For Robert Frost Poem by Barry Middleton

every man who ever built a wall
still might take note of dignity and gall

when Frost lamented keeping apples in
I wonder if he thought of East Berlin

his neighbor sought to keep his pine cones out
from mixing with the apples all about

a mystic sees the mischief that we make
how many walls can this world really take

too many walls it seems are all around
I think Frost would agree they must come down

and I can understand his burden's load
after all those apples that he towed

the heavy weight as weariness befalls
a man who deals with apples fools and walls