Dec 2011
I helped my neighbor mend his walls,
but then I tripped and fell,
the walls rose up before me tall,
leaving me in hell.
Ladders in production?
Oh no not that at all,
We use found trees for firewood
but flames, they do not warm.
but then I tripped and fell,
the walls rose up before me tall,
leaving me in hell.
Ladders in production?
Oh no not that at all,
We use found trees for firewood
but flames, they do not warm.
This poem draws from Robert Frost's "Mending Wall." I expanded upon the idea of building social walls a bit, and what becomes of it.
