Walls

One brick crumbles, another brick falls,
Along comes a brickie and he builds more walls:

Short walls, high walls, thin walls; thick,
Sturdy stone walls or bright red brick.

Fences are for gardens, hedges are for hills,
Bricks are for houses, factories, mills,

Old universities, hospitals, schools.
Bricks are for builders with builders' tools,

A trowel and a hod and a board with mortar,
A spirit-level, too, if he builds as he oughta,

Or one brick'll crumble and another will fall,
And that's no good for a strong brick wall.

poem © Celia Warren 2013

Lingering in Lincolnshire for a little longer, even though our daughter's back at work today. The rain and grey skies have returned. Feel so lucky to have had three days' sunshine over the bank holiday weekend.

These walls run alongside the Lidl carpark in Grantham. I like brick walls and there's such variety here all in one spot. (There's a walkway between the front and back walls here, which probably isn't immediately evident from my crop, but you can see the depth when you know it's there.)