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
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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