Why is it that upon these things we seize?
Can it be that collecting is a disease?
We search from nook to cranny
For things that belonged to gramps or granny
The years roll by As piles of things grow high
Some call it junk And others treasure
The space it takes is hard to measure
Just as there comes a time
When it’s hard to get these lines to rhyme
The time approaches when things must go
To some, it matters not, if fast or slow
When that time draws near we say
Let it keep these treasures for yet another day
Skip Barshied, Stone Arabia, August 25, 2013
Fort Klock Restoration, A Fortified Stone Homestead in the Mohawk River Valley of Upstate New York