The
Fence
The
land before him is immense.
He
came a week ago today.
And
now, he’s here to build a fence.
He’ll
be here, now, for a long stay.
He
dreams good things to come his way.
Forgetting
life he left behind,m
His
folks had thought he lost his sense.
But
he believes he saved his mind.
He’d
live here now from this time hence.
The
land before him is immense.
The
mountains speak of steadfast things
Compelling
him to think and pray.
Will
he regret he cut those strings?
He’d
only know on judgement day.
He
came a week ago today.
T’was
nothing left that he could do.
His
move had been a great expense.
He
will just have to see it through.
The
grasses here are thick and dense.
And
now he’s here to build a fence.
If
he could just fence in his life
And
keep his problems there at bay.
Yes,
he could breathe without the strife.
Let
country living hold its sway.
He’ll
be here, now, for a long stay.
A
red-winged blackbird sings its song.
He
gathers hopes like a bouquet.
This
is where all his hopes belong.
As
sun sets, grace is on display.
He
dreams good things to come his way.
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