a fence around the garden
that is what we need!
to keep out deer and bunnies
to help protect our seed!
i do not mind to share with them
if not for their greed! c:
Michaels
She snorted with laughter, too caught to care that coffee was dripping down her nose.
Good fences make good neighbours indeed.
Thank God for Terry Pratchett.
“No, it isn’t.” James bounced over and swept a hand over the wooden barricades. “It’s a symbol. For both of us.”
“A symbol?” Sylvia questioned.
“Without this fence, we would never know each other. See this here?” James pointed to where one of the poles was broken off. “If I hadn’t snuck through to grab daisies from your garden, you would have never smacked my head with a toy shovel, and we’d have never progressed this far together.”
Shin
Crossing fences jumping lanes i race to you avoiding the traffic that flies toward me ignoring that my heart is about to burst i race toward you my sneakers flapping laces untied the wind pushing me forward my hair whipping against my face everything i have everything i am moving to you
The fence between our houses had been built a long time ago. While I am not exactly sure which tenants built the white picket fence, I do know that everyone since has painted over the original white. The memories from my childhood flood back to me, as I stare at the peeling paint.
I would jump fences to find you, if I knew which direction to run, and how far that would be.
Mary Lou Wynegar
She watched through the cracks
the warped wood, worn from wind
time and dust
the empty knot held her eyeball
a perfect shape to spy through
to check her neighbour was still alive
Fences stopped feuds, conquered the west, gave a woman sunbathing in the nude privacy… or so she thought. He watched though the cracks in the fence as he pulled weeds on his side, and admired the view.
Fences go around a house. They are sweet. And they look nice. Tom Sawyer had to paint one once. Wait, was that Tom Sawyer? Hmmmm, the book by Mark Twain? Oh, I like fences. I’m done and have 10 seconds left. Fail. Bye.
Stacey
So I live in Mexico. Yup. Poor. But I love it (:
and so it’s really tropical, so there’s beaches and rivers. There’s a river behing my middle school actually. It’s just a 10 min, hike away. Once in a while me and my friends ditch to go swim. But there are a lot of barbwire fences and sneaking into other people’s properties involved. This one time, me and my friends where already going back to our high, but this guy on a horse caught us in his property so we ran. And when we were reaching the end of his property, we climbed over a barbwire fence, and I stabbed my hand into one of the little spikes xD hahaa It hurt. I still have the scar.
She built up walls and fences. At night, they kept away the fears and during the day, they warded off the world. Yet they could not keep out the one thing she wanted warded off the most – the butterflies. Those winged creatures would glide right over the top of the fence. Butterflies, as she had come to see them, were more horrid than her fears or the world. They were life.
Once upon a time, sir just582 of Asia was on oneword, and received the word of fence.
And he wrote “THERE IS A FENCE AROUND MOST GARDENS” he said. And everyone believed it because it was true.
a fence around the garden
that is what we need!
to keep out deer and bunnies
to help protect our seed!
i do not mind to share with them
if not for their greed! c:
She snorted with laughter, too caught to care that coffee was dripping down her nose.
Good fences make good neighbours indeed.
Thank God for Terry Pratchett.
“It’s just a fence.”
“No, it isn’t.” James bounced over and swept a hand over the wooden barricades. “It’s a symbol. For both of us.”
“A symbol?” Sylvia questioned.
“Without this fence, we would never know each other. See this here?” James pointed to where one of the poles was broken off. “If I hadn’t snuck through to grab daisies from your garden, you would have never smacked my head with a toy shovel, and we’d have never progressed this far together.”
Crossing fences jumping lanes i race to you avoiding the traffic that flies toward me ignoring that my heart is about to burst i race toward you my sneakers flapping laces untied the wind pushing me forward my hair whipping against my face everything i have everything i am moving to you
The fence between our houses had been built a long time ago. While I am not exactly sure which tenants built the white picket fence, I do know that everyone since has painted over the original white. The memories from my childhood flood back to me, as I stare at the peeling paint.
I would jump fences to find you, if I knew which direction to run, and how far that would be.
She watched through the cracks
the warped wood, worn from wind
time and dust
the empty knot held her eyeball
a perfect shape to spy through
to check her neighbour was still alive
Fences stopped feuds, conquered the west, gave a woman sunbathing in the nude privacy… or so she thought. He watched though the cracks in the fence as he pulled weeds on his side, and admired the view.
Fences go around a house. They are sweet. And they look nice. Tom Sawyer had to paint one once. Wait, was that Tom Sawyer? Hmmmm, the book by Mark Twain? Oh, I like fences. I’m done and have 10 seconds left. Fail. Bye.
So I live in Mexico. Yup. Poor. But I love it (:
and so it’s really tropical, so there’s beaches and rivers. There’s a river behing my middle school actually. It’s just a 10 min, hike away. Once in a while me and my friends ditch to go swim. But there are a lot of barbwire fences and sneaking into other people’s properties involved. This one time, me and my friends where already going back to our high, but this guy on a horse caught us in his property so we ran. And when we were reaching the end of his property, we climbed over a barbwire fence, and I stabbed my hand into one of the little spikes xD hahaa It hurt. I still have the scar.
She built up walls and fences. At night, they kept away the fears and during the day, they warded off the world. Yet they could not keep out the one thing she wanted warded off the most – the butterflies. Those winged creatures would glide right over the top of the fence. Butterflies, as she had come to see them, were more horrid than her fears or the world. They were life.
In my highschool, the teachers installed fences so we wouldn’t ditch anymore xD It’s not so easy but we found a way to ditch…
Once upon a time, sir just582 of Asia was on oneword, and received the word of fence.
And he wrote “THERE IS A FENCE AROUND MOST GARDENS” he said. And everyone believed it because it was true.