Sunday, August 25, 2013

Sitting on the Fence

When I lived on the farm
We had a cool wooden fence
Which over the years became
Weathered and splintered.
I found out the hard way
That one gets themselves
Gently off a splintered fence.
Perhaps that is why in things
Such as my faith
And my politics
I don’t even try to sit
On a splintered fence…

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