The Fence Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Today I am thinking about my fence
I built it to exclude
The unwelcome, the unwanted, the not invited

The thistle blew over it
Defiantly staked its claim
Too prickly to shift

The rain crossed the line
Bringing the wind at its tail

The mole dug under it
Making an impotence out of my outpost

Today my body slumps over the useless fence
It kept nothing of value in
It nothing wicked out
Even now, its fenceness
Rots like ancient briers