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| Robert Frost's Wall |
There, of course, is a need for some bright idea to control folks who just want to wander into the country. No one denies that. There is also an equally compelling need to figure out a way to handle the millions who are here now; certainly an equally tough nut to crack. All the school buses in the US couldn't handle the load so that may not be the solution. Our jails can't hold them. Our courts can't try them and, frankly, it is a hot button issue mainly for those who like to push buttons.
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| Berlin Wall - didn't last |
I'm kinda fixated on this wall thing though. How someone came up with the idea - well I'm willing to be a fence manufacturer with a PAC is the fox in the hen house. Walls and fences remind me of the Frost poem. I'll give you a few illustrations.
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,
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| Our Great Wall of Mexico |
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 neighbour 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 neighbours."
Spring is the mischief in me,
and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his
head:
"Why do they make
good neighbours? 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 neighbours."