The Cairn

By the coast or on a pass of a mountain,

To be a marker for sea or a trail.

 

Standing the test of time,

Holding ground against howling winds

 

Where one stood there are many now,

For everyone who passes leaves a mark,

A mark of a memory or a mark of gratitude,

 

What power resides in these

Precariously placed pile of stones.

 

Imbibing the faith of the builder,

The immaterial rocks transform,

For Faith may not move mountains,

But sure can create small hills.