I recently went for a walk in the woods, and finally got around to checking out part of the Appalachian Trail that crosses through Maryland. (About 40 miles of the AT are in this state.) The photos below the poem are not of the chairs, but other things I saw on the walk.
Two stone chairs
are by a fireplace of stones
arranged in a circle.
The stones are stacked just right
for sitting by a crackling fire.
This mini stonehenge furniture is close
to the trodden trail through the woods,
and yet is unseen from it.
However, once I happened upon
this stone campsite,
I can see why someone created it,
since it’s on the edge of the hill,
and the view down to the valley is beautiful.
Perhaps these chairs were stacked
by someone who took
Robert Frost’s less traveled road
and wanted to create a comfortable spot
to take a rest for the night.