Poetry Friday--Robert Frost

I came across this recently. The poems (and other reads) that stick with you are the ones that seem somehow relevant to your life, or worldview, or moment in time. I do not have a stone wall or apple trees but I have been thinking about boundaries, and real imperfect people, and openness, and...

Mending Wall
by Robert Frost

...
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:

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