“The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.” John Locke
Nature Mocks A fence appeared on my horizon, a remnant of some thought contained in an ideal once potent, real, now long forgotten, and the lie of the truth is in the light, whereby the clouds tell of black as new posts, while the sun speaks clearly of rusted ages, the story of a time of certainty now questioned, no longer true, and I wonder who put it here and what they had hoped for in this place where nature gives no quarter and slowly mocks the fence. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Oh, those old fences. Thank goodness for Nature’s mocking.
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Here in northern New England, Nature doesn’t bother with mocking past attempts to contain it. The forest just reclaims the land. Surprisingly quickly.
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That’s the ‘,Nature power’!
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🙂
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Nature vs. Man – classic , eco
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Fences actually don’t make the best neighbors.
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Paul, a very beautiful and atmospheric poem. There is something hauntingly mysterious about the remnants of the past.
I always enjoyed exploring abandoned farms and homesteads in Shenandoah National Park, VA, where some of my relatives used to live before the park was established in the 1930s. I lived near the park from about 1960-1995.
The old apple trees still bore edible fruit. The flowers still bloomed around house foundations in spring…lilac bushes, tiger lilies, daffodils, and fragrant roses…family graveyards that families still visited and adorned with flags and flowers. And yes, rusting fences.
Take care, Paul. thank you for the bit of nostalgia.
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This stirred some deep memories and emotions for me – but I love that nature reclaims our human endeavours to tame it even cities and concrete cannot stand against it
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Yes, your old home, and nature has reclaimed some of that too.
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