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Faded Fence

Measures of time

By Blake RobertPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Faded Fence
Photo by Herrmann Stamm on Unsplash

Threw the ages of time

That fence stood threw the rain and shine

Faded the paint that fell off the panels

Threw the grove of channels

It stood there with color and posts

For the man that built it whickered away

To a different plan it did not stay

But metal and channel links put in its place

Tho gray still in remembrance of its face

For it had paths that only know by

The people that it had walked by

For a different time it settled

Molded into something more then its nature

For it was all in the hands of its creator

Broken and torn down nobody sees

But in the hearts of who was there for the memories

Stand put threw a different shape

It was held together with nails and lead paint

When times where more simple and drawn out

That faded fence still stands out

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Blake Robert

I Write to express my own outlook on any giving thing I come across or think about. Please give me insight on things if you have any input to how I can become better at what I do. Remember LoveWhoYouR!

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