Fences - Poem by Edward Hester
A good horse and some open prairie
Can free the mind and e‘motions daily
So me ‘n Symbol a’riding go
To find some space and room to grow
But I rode a mile, and what I found
Was miles of fences all around
Now how’s a mind suppose to grow
When round in circle’s all it goes
It’s hard to have an open mind
When fences, fences ‘re all you find.
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