Then Fence

The Fence

His eyes peered down the old rusted barbwire fence,

His look became longing.

As if in defense, his dry lips parted.

And he began to say,

As with this fence his hands

Began to play

“To some this is a barrier to me

Its strands of life

Each post lined up to suffice

So each strand of wire stretched

Straight and true

Never guarantee’ that somethin’ won’t

Get through you see those barbs

They’re for defense

Like life itself we all have a fence.”

Then slowly removing his hands

From the wire

He pointed out a post that

Had caught on fire

Proof that not everything respects this

Man mad barrier as we see so much in life.

That we are rejected “But the post still stands

And so must we, still be tall, proud and free.”

The places it had been mended were many, “But the fence still stands.”

He cleared his throat, “Because it never was neglected and fixed when it broke.”

“Nurtured by hands that cared

Like the hands of GOD the gift of life he shared.

So like the fence if we take heed and fix it when in need it shall go on.”

But not forever because like life

It gets too old

The mended places no longer hold,

But in its’ place a new one will be built.

He then turned to the mountains

His face was worn and just

Like life a new child will be born.

Kendra Tyler

May 29, 2004

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