Fences - Poem by A.J. McKinley
If we were all like fence posts…
We would be uniform and plain.
Standing in alignment and keeping others out.
We would hinder sight for all who pass.
Making those who trespass wonder just what we hide.
Perhaps we would have a fresh coat of paint.
Or, even a shiny new hinge for our gate.
Perhaps we would be made of iron,
And bleed those who would climb our posts.
Maybe your gate is made of electricity
Burning and shocking anyone who touches….
Mine is worn and weathered.
Standing crooked with chipped paint and splintered in spots.
My gate is hanging by one hinge and squeaks when you open it.
Just standing high enough to keep the animals out of my garden,
But, not high enough to discourage an onlooker from beauty.
If we were all like fence posts….
Mine would be worn and weathered.
Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley
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