The Fence - Poem by Kendra Tyler
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 guarateenin' 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.
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