The pile of stones

It was really cold again today with occasional flurries of snow but Daddy and I put on our warm clothes and ventured out for a while. We walked up onto the hillside behind our house and I found what looked like a large pile of stones in the middle of nowhere. Daddy pointed to it and said to me, "That, Bobby, is a dry stane sheep fank" ... you know, sometimes I really have no idea what he's talking about. Still, it made a great fort to play in for a while!


"Stone Walls do not a Prison make,
Nor Iron bars a Cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an Hermitage.
If I have freedom in my Love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above,
Enjoy such Liberty."

(Richard Lovelace - from To Althea, from Prison)