LYING ONE UPON ANOTHER, IN ENDLESS ROWS, MUTE WITNESSES....ANCIENT ONES....
BRICKS I Brick an ancient necessity, born out of scarcity, In the land of the Three Rivers, before time began, A need for stone where there was none, If ever necessity was the mother of invention, Water and clay they, not much more, plus the sun, Later a levying of straw for strength, viola, Three hands long, one hand wide, one hand deep, The humble mud brick was born, mighty it was, For just with these and few timbers from Lebanon, Fortresses, palaces, homes, temples, and pyramids, All created... Sign in to see full entry.