Good Fences

Robert Frost wrote in “Mending Walls” that “good fences make good neighbors”, and this week it appears that people in this country and the UK are chock full of citizens who agree. As I explain, the immigration crises both here and in Europe have underscored growing anger at the arrogance and incompetence of unelected bureaucrats and their rules.

  • Alain

    That anger needs to grow to the point of removing the traitors from power, and so often that has required a total revolution.

  • Yep, the Mending Wall — read it as a kid “good fences make good neighbours”. One of the most impressive poems I ever read (here’s the link in case there are copyright issues):

    Mending Wall
    By Robert Frost

    Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

    That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

    And spills the upper boulders in the sun;

    And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

    The work of hunters is another thing:

    I have come after them and made repair

    Where they have left not one stone on a stone,

    But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,

    To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,

    No one has seen them made or heard them made,

    But at spring mending-time we find them there.

    I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;

    And on a day we meet to walk the line

    And set the wall between us once again.

    We keep the wall between us as we go.

    To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

    And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

    We have to use a spell to make them balance:

    “Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”

    We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

    Oh, just another kind of out-door game,

    One on a side. It comes to little more:

    There where it is we do not need the wall:

    He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

    My apple trees will never get across

    And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

    He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

    Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

    If I could put a notion in his head:

    “Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it

    Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

    Before I built a wall I’d ask to know

    What I was walling in or walling out,

    And to whom I was like to give offence.

    Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

    That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,

    But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather

    He said it for himself. I see him there

    Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

    In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

    He moves in darkness as it seems to me,

    Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

    He will not go behind his father’s saying,

    And he likes having thought of it so well

    He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

  • Brett_McS

    Too bad it won’t happen, now, at least in the US.

  • tom_billesley

    The victim of the fence building in Europe is probably the local wildlife.
    Damn those eco-wrecking invaders. They could be stopped without using fences, but the carrion eaters would get too fat.