Faded Fence

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