Daily Poem: Three Dry Stone walls

Friday 20 January 1995 00:02 GMT

Your support helps us to tell the story

From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.

At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.

The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.

Your support makes all the difference.

The text of this poem cannot be shown for reasons of copyright.

Martin Caseley was born in 1961 and is an English teacher in Lincolnshire. His first collection of poetry, Hands on Angels (Stride) was published in 1991, and earlier this year his work appeared in an anthology The Stumbling Dance (Stride), with a new anthology The Playing of the Easter Music to be published in the autumn. This poem will be in featured in a collection A Sunday Map of the World yet to be published.

Join our commenting forum

Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies

Comments

Stay up to date with notifications from The Independent

Thank you for registering

Daily Poem: Three Dry Stone walls

Join our commenting forum

Thank you for registering