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Jan 2012
Broken Fence

Possibly the strangest way to start a piece and its ultimate purpose is to cry for our country it has so
Many elements let’s start with the innate gifts it provides it’s a story of history when this fence was new

Washington Jefferson Adams and the other founding fathers were plainly viewed stalwart strong not
Perfect but principled and within this rough hewn wood that had plenty of eyesores but such is the

Material God uses I don’t care to look back in a romantic or sentimental way but with the clearest eye
Demand of our selves honesty that will not lead us into unreasonable thoughts that will only weaken us

More but allow truth to work its constructive influence a movement through our conscience that will
Find in us the same store house of power that lead our fore fathers to face ridicule and stare death in

The face and not waver courage forged in battle that rose from the heaps of dead patriots that saw a
Nation of free men not minions of soulless weaklings paying tribute to someone else’s twisted fanciful

Schemes they looked far into the future and did see pastoral scenes where broken whitened fences
Were the collective places where wild flowers grow with breath taking beauty where gentle breezes are

Born from the inward souls of free men they carry this view by flowery fragrance it wafts far a field
Giving joy and pleasure as free men and women toil under a golden sun of opportunity through good

Honest hard work the land will endure and produce bounty for untold generations but it is going to take
A people who will engage in the battle and it will have to take another revolution to remove the

Quagmire that cripples political will and leaves everyone at risk of losing such a treasure that was  
Bequeathed to us at such great cost this is not an endorsement of the tea party or the occupy

Movement but somewhere beyond their feeble stumbling steps the answer is there as it was in the
Beginning it will take each of us searching and giving our all to find it we will never find it crying for

something so grand and asking to pay nothing for it
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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