SILENT TRAIL

A statue in stone, echo
Thud of silent hammer
Carving sharp chisel
The wisdom of fore

The season's dust and time
Have not marred
The lisp of 
forgotten stonescript

Ears are clipped
Nose is broken away; still
Heart beats
The power of infinite resolute

Moments are transposed
To the days of the past
Toiling the earth
Reaping field after field

A statue in stone, communicate
The farther reach
Of mightier pen
Leaving behind sweet and silent trail