The famous poet, Robert Frost, wrote this poem in the early 1900’s. His first line is
“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, Wrote the following poem in my thinking about “Mending Walls”:<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sometimes, the walls that were meant There is no need for them The full breadth of the fence, Or protects life efforts Now, all lay, Every fibre that would When the light, Through the weathered With property I should think that Toward the No, for more noble But I never knew it And somehow, He is not like other neighbors, With a tenant such as me, That I had maintained All my efforts And in my bankrupt state, Close Where I had thought And tenant, My talents are directed Razed by this Lord\u2019s Shone through my most What waste I have laid How His light now shows On vouchers laid bare, He divides the wall And all the while At His love, I stand where once Where now the Son I suspect The famous poet, Robert Frost, wrote this poem in the early 1900’s. His first line is“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall…” Something there…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-198","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/198","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=198"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/198\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":438,"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/198\/revisions\/438"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=198"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=198"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/warnervid.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=198"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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:
\u2018Stay where you are until our backs are turned!\u2019
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, \u2018Good fences make good neighbors.\u2019
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
\u2018Why<\/em> 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 offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.\u2019 I could say \u2018Elves\u2019 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, \u2018Good fences make good neighbors.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for comfort and separation
are exposed, and tumble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
with forgiveness and
understanding,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
wire, stone and wood,
no longer hides from view,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
at possession with
mortgage upon mortgage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
exposed,
in the crumbling wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
fence for self-possession,
has no worth,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
like the wind of your Spirit,
shines through another,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
wood,
and fallen stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and efforts
so exposed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
such a neighbor
would direct more effort<\/p>\n\n\n\n
maintenance
of the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is the Lord of that property
that borders mine,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
till he saw my efforts
at the fence,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
knew,
my bankrupt state.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that make their borders
more secure<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for I soon discovered
it was His property<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to be my
own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
at the fence,
which had left me barren<\/p>\n\n\n\n
were now of no comfort,
leaving me spent,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to
death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to be master,
were now only efforts at the wall<\/p>\n\n\n\n
if that is me,
a poor one,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
at some great wall
that now lies in vain,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
certificate of possession,
His light,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sturdy,
piled boulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of His land; how great the debt
now will I have to pay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my misuse of His property
and uncovers all the debits<\/p>\n\n\n\n
hidden
for the years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and restores what is His
to Himself with a gentle wind,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He draws
my awe and wonder<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His forgiveness,
and His power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
was a shaded field, where
grew only weeds from neglect,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
brings forth a crop and bids me
go with Him to my southern neighbor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He be Lord there,
also.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"