A poem about the meaning of fences and how we use them for the good or bad
Back in the days when fences were constructed to lean on
I had my fathers smile my mother's apron now they're gone
Along with brother's camera and his filming laughter reels
Along with sister's bumbling ways and admiration reals ...
Fences are made to keep in or keep out. Sometimes
Erecting them can be a way of protecting or rejecting
No one knows the power of a fence more then those who
Crossed the holocaust fences and survived. Fences can be
Easing posts for friendship or wired spokes with big fat
Signs that say " Keep Out" it all depends what side your on
Back in the days when my dad build a fence for grapes and vines
I knew what belonged to other people and what was truly mine
Along with my cat, my bird, my three ring binder and my fence
Along with my heart and my soul, I knew what to let in, hence ?
To repeat the phrase Ron quoted: "Good fences makes good neighbors," a quote from a Robert Frost poem and also going back earlier to Benjamin Franklin and others thru history. So, you are in good company. As you said, fences can be used to the good and to the bad. Love the garden photo.
Great pic. Someone's shipshape yard. Love it. I agree with what Benjamin Carson said: "The fence and the boundary line are the symbols of the spirit of justice." Enjoyed your thoughts. Peace.... r
"Good fences make good neighbors," I read somewhere. And your poem illustrates that well. I owned two properties both an acre and a half. The first one was in an old 1928 community and was all grass and stone retaining walls. The second was cut into second growth mixed timber with some natural and man-made boundaries like the street, a valley, and a pond.
My current home of 38 years is in a dense suburban neighborhood with predominantly cedar fencing, required because neighbors are so close together and crime is in the streets. Fortunately, while my fences have been repaired many times over the years, wildlife has a way of finding a way into the cracks and spaces where the feral cats also come in droves. Every evening when I exercise, out of the guest room sliding glass door, I often see one of the resident possums checking out the morsels in our garden.
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My current home of 38 years is in a dense suburban neighborhood with predominantly cedar fencing, required because neighbors are so close together and crime is in the streets. Fortunately, while my fences have been repaired many times over the years, wildlife has a way of finding a way into the cracks and spaces where the feral cats also come in droves. Every evening when I exercise, out of the guest room sliding glass door, I often see one of the resident possums checking out the morsels in our garden.
Ron