Born of clay, and pressed by years,
Slate that splits in even tiers.
Grey and blue and black it gleams,
Slate that holds the roofer’s dreams.Rooftops rest where slate holds fast,
Slate that guards from storm and blast.
Pathways cross on floors of stone,
Slate roots in earth are grown.Layered flat in every sheet,
Slate beneath the walker’s feet.
Sturdy grace in every vein,
Slate stands firm through sun and rain.Dark and steady, quiet, true,
Slate dawns to slate-grey dew.
For stone that lasts a lifetime through,
StoneMandi.com brings slate to you.
