The jacketflap tells us
The poems in this collection were inspired by all the seemingly ordinary things he passed on the four-mile walk he would take every afternoon.I would love to know how Fletcher wrote these poems--did he compose them in his head and write them down upon his return home? Did he carry a recorder, or a little notebook? Did the poems spring to life after a good night's rest and his subconscious got a crack at his experiences?
Another NH poet, Robert Frost, is well-known for his poem about the stone walls that dot the landscape in our neck of the woods. Fletcher, too, presents us with a stone wall poem,
Centuries ago wiry farmers
cleared granite from the throat
of their land to build these walls.
Stone divided farm from farm
so one man's livestock wouldn't
savage another man's crops.
Now the crumbling walls remain
content to stop small trees from
getting loose and running amuck.
For this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up head over to Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast to see what Jules has gathered for us.