Good Fences

Out on our farms and rangelands,

Surrounding nearly every town,

There’s a growing epidemic,

Of open gates and fences down.

As modern urban dwellers

Come out on the land to play,

Cutting wire, busting fence posts,

And scattering trash along the way.

Villages in ancient times,

Had walls tall and stout,

To protect folks from bandits,

And keep the wild beasts out.

Chasing strays and fixing fences,

Wears a rancher’s patience thin,

And often finds him wishin’ for wall,

To fence the town folks in.

 
Mike Puhallo

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