A Broken Fence

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Some images evoke poetry. This scene is one of those. It is an old decrepit fence that has been standing here for who knows how long. However, every time I see it I find myself reaching for a camera. There is something beautiful about it as it falls apart. It reminds me of Robert Frost poetry. In my head, it is a poem he never wrote but perhaps should have. Perhaps it would be a follow up to his Mending Wall. If good fences make good neighbors, what happens when they grow old with the weight of the world? These are the random things I ponder as I look at this old beautiful fence as I walk around the neighborhood. Beauty really can be found anywhere, don’t you think?

Mending Wall

Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, 
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, 
And spills the upper boulders in the sun, 
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. 
The work of hunters is another thing: 
I have come after them and made repair 
Where they have left not one stone on a stone, 
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, 
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, 
No one has seen them made or heard them made, 
But at spring mending-time we find them there. 
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; 
And on a day we meet to walk the line 
And set the wall between us once again. 
We keep the wall between us as we go. 
To each the boulders that have fallen to each. 
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls 
We have to use a spell to make them balance: 
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’ 
We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 
Oh, just another kind of out-door game, 
One on a side. It comes to little more: 
There where it is we do not need the wall: 
He is all pine and I am apple orchard. 
My apple trees will never get across 
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. 
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors’. 
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder 
If I could put a notion in his head: 
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it 
Where there are cows? 
But here there are no cows. 
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know 
What I was walling in or walling out, 
And to whom I was like to give offence. 
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, 
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him, 
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather 
He said it for himself. I see him there 
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top 
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. 
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~ 
Not of woods only and the shade of trees. 
He will not go behind his father’s saying, 
And he likes having thought of it so well 
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

Make it a GREAT day!

– Mr. DAPs

 

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Mr. DAPs is the founder of DAPs Magic continues to run its day to day operations. He can be regularly found at Disneyland donning his hat and bow tie as he takes pictures and enjoys the Happiest Place on Earth. He is also a host on Geeks Corner – the Webshow and anchors news stories for DAPs Magic’s YouTube channel. You can also find him posting regularly on Twitter and Instagram. He’d love to connect with you so make sure and say hi!

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