even in the solitary woods
someone cared
to make good neighbors
At The Boundary We Will Know We Have Met
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
even in the solitary woods
someone cared
to make good neighbors
I love the shot of this defining line
Don’t you wonder who built the fence originally- and why?
the local lore is that it is from sheep ranchers generations ago…
Now there’s an interesting story.
Didn’t Robert Frost say in one of his poems that good fences make good neighbors? I wonder who the neighbors are!
Wise Robert certainly did. I think these must have been neighbors from many generations ago – back when some of this land was used for sheep ranching. The forest has reclaimed her territory.
Como vocês gostam de neve!
Tania – I DO love snow❣️