a white picket fence with raspberries on one side and big purple flowers on the other with a giant lemon tree and an orange tree perhaps an apple tree in front of a beautiful yellow and pink and blue little house
Anna
A man once had a fence, that separated his land from that of his neighbors. He hid behind his fence, claiming that his land was glorified because of it. The separation caused pain to his neighbors, who were social and loving people. Because of his fence he died alone.
E. Rice
I didn’t have a plan for this one.
There wasn’t a real way out,
hiding in wait.
I didn’t have any goals with this one.
There was no foundation to build on,
i never expected duration.
I had this sturdy wall, a fence of all
And then,
I forgot all about that idea
and you were in.
well, at first i kinda thought it said feces. lol. guess that says something about me. but anyway
fences are symbolic
and i love them lots
very helpful things, fences are…
fences. diamond upon diamond of metal that tastes like blood. despite shark week, blood floats. we get nowhere. that dog has a rhythmic tail. tale. fencing. white suits.
how to mend them once broken?
fences that we sit on?
what does you mean you put up a fence?
how do i find my way around this barrier?
who put this obstacle in my way?
ecraft
I created fences, towers, roadblocks around my heart, but somehow you seemed to slide, creep, crawl, and massacre your way in.
jenna
The fences were built to protect us from them, or perhaps protect them from us. They were built long before our time, and thus, we could easily have ignored the ancient superstitions. We didn’t. Now, the people from both sides of the fences are chomping at the bit.You know what they have always said: the grass is always greener on the other side. War is imminent. This is why the fences were built in the first place.
“Stop,” he murmured, staring out across their land. The fences were only half-painted, since it was Toby’s job. Obviously Toby couldn’t finish it now. “Just…stop reminding me.”
fences are always portrayed as those white-picket ones that you see in the movies or on the old reruns of “Leave it to Beaver.” However, now they have those electric ones. I wish my brother would have told me what that collar was when he put it on me.
its a boundary thats just imaginary people keep lagging on these segments creating a their own space bubbles that dont know much not exposed to life
casey
I think Robert Frost wrote a poem about fences. We don’t have one but my dad has attempted to make one out of bushes. He also thinks that we need a major electric fence to keep mexicans out.
Gabriel
The fences were perfectly white, all across the neighborhood. Each house looked the same, every household had its housewife, every family exactly three children- and she was tired of
fences are built to keep things out, or possibly in. to confine in a space. i never want fences around me, i want to be free in an open field with lots of space. no claustrophobia. no confinement. no barriers i have to jump. only freedom to run and roam as i please.
The last place you would ever expect to see your father – running full speed across a stubble field into a stretch of barb wire fence. It hurt like hell, it surprised him, it embarrassed him worst of all. And the cow got away.
Lester Bergquist
She was sitting on the top of the fence. He legs swinging witht he brezee and she smiled it was summer time. Her boyfriend was home and things couldn’t be better. ‘What a happy time,’ she thought
picketseparates us greener on the other side chain link one side other ill see you on the other side tear down these fences to unite us why must we be separated what is there to contain why
fences. birds on fences. cows behind fences. kids climbing over fences. getting shocked by the five-star electric fences. leaping back from fences. falling in cow shit.
when I think about my new fence I think about the privacy that it provides.
Mandy
Fences are only a small obstacle on my mission. I have warded off robbers and thieves, bears and mountain lions, electric cells and laser security. Fences are the smallest of my worries, or so I thought. I had no clue what was on the other side.
We haven’t spoken for three years. It is if a fence as tall as the Empire State building stands between us, and neither of us is brave enough to climb over. I wish I had the guts to tell you how much I miss you. I have been watching you all this time.
Amelia
She was sitting on a bench. A white fence surrounded her garden. She blink slowly and the image wavered a bit.
“No you have to stay in place for a few more minutes or I won’t be able to figure out how I should design the fences for their garden!” She thought wildly. “Please just a second longer.” She looked down at her sketch book and drew another line. and then the fencing around her changed to wrought iron.
“Hmm. Looks better I think,” she murmured and redrew a section in her book. He eyes looked up again and she was back in her work room.
“I got everything I needed,” she murmured and smiled she added one last finishing touch to her plans and smiled.
“Done.”
Margot
She nailed the last board on and tossed the hammer. Pulling up her boots, she used the new rails to climb up and perch on the post. She looked out at the other fences, put her fingers to her lips, and whistled.
Josh dragged his land against the everlasting wooden fence. It made a ‘thump, thump, thump’ sound that was amusing to a small mind like his. He was meeting his girlfriend here… But they had both lied to their parents about what they were doing, he knew it.
Jessica giggled for no particular reason, staring up at the sky above the fence. She was supposed to meet her boyfriend, Josh here. But she told her mother that she was going out to the coffee shop with Jill. What a lie! She didn’t even like Jill. Little did she knew, Jill had the same plans.
Jill leaned her back against the tall fence, sliding down to the ground. She heard birds chirping on the other side, and wondered why she wasn’t allowed to go over the fence. It sounded so peaceful and beautiful. It couldn’t be harmful. She scrambled up and over, and those were the last thoughts she had.
Alexis sat on the fence and stared at the blue-purple sky. She looked to the boy next to her. “Matt, why does the sky get dark?” she asked, waiting for an answer.. But not receiving one
Fences are meant to keep things in.
Fences are meant to keep things out.
So, why, oh why, are fences keeping in
all the things in the world that we should see going about?
She walked down the lline of fences, counting only odd numbers.
This is how we walk here she thinks
Over, around and touching fences
Blocked in for safety
She stood on her tippy toes, trying to peer over the fence. She smiled her missing-front-tooth and dropped her stuffed rabbit, calling for her sisters as soon as she saw the green uniform.
“Mommy! Sara! Alice! Daddy’s home!”
Darling, there are fences here and everywhere near the house where I was born. There are fences holding in the grass and upholding the thorning plants. The fences cut the eyes, my darling, like gruesome barbs. There fences far too close to where you, my darling, are.
Fences make good neighbors, or do they? I think good neighbors come from building relationships and respect for others. Fences just help keep us all locked in our own boxes.
j
Good fences make good prisons. Good fences make good faces. Good fences make good persons. Good fences keep me from going places.
The fences that I build never seem to stand. They always fall, just when I need them most. You wonder why I have them at all, unnecessary, you say. But I’ve learned what happens when I don’t have any guard. I know all too much about it now.
a white picket fence with raspberries on one side and big purple flowers on the other with a giant lemon tree and an orange tree perhaps an apple tree in front of a beautiful yellow and pink and blue little house
A man once had a fence, that separated his land from that of his neighbors. He hid behind his fence, claiming that his land was glorified because of it. The separation caused pain to his neighbors, who were social and loving people. Because of his fence he died alone.
I didn’t have a plan for this one.
There wasn’t a real way out,
hiding in wait.
I didn’t have any goals with this one.
There was no foundation to build on,
i never expected duration.
I had this sturdy wall, a fence of all
And then,
I forgot all about that idea
and you were in.
well, at first i kinda thought it said feces. lol. guess that says something about me. but anyway
fences are symbolic
and i love them lots
very helpful things, fences are…
fences. diamond upon diamond of metal that tastes like blood. despite shark week, blood floats. we get nowhere. that dog has a rhythmic tail. tale. fencing. white suits.
how to mend them once broken?
fences that we sit on?
what does you mean you put up a fence?
how do i find my way around this barrier?
who put this obstacle in my way?
I created fences, towers, roadblocks around my heart, but somehow you seemed to slide, creep, crawl, and massacre your way in.
The fences were built to protect us from them, or perhaps protect them from us. They were built long before our time, and thus, we could easily have ignored the ancient superstitions. We didn’t. Now, the people from both sides of the fences are chomping at the bit.You know what they have always said: the grass is always greener on the other side. War is imminent. This is why the fences were built in the first place.
The cowboy glared at the picket fence.
“Whut in tarnation?! I told ya not to fence me in, boy!”
Wayland merely shrugged. What a dick, he thought.
Fences are terrible cynosures for lenses and should be better lensed by those who know much but dance little ‘cuz those are the ones less trapped
“Stop,” he murmured, staring out across their land. The fences were only half-painted, since it was Toby’s job. Obviously Toby couldn’t finish it now. “Just…stop reminding me.”
fences are always portrayed as those white-picket ones that you see in the movies or on the old reruns of “Leave it to Beaver.” However, now they have those electric ones. I wish my brother would have told me what that collar was when he put it on me.
Those who are on these have to fall of sometime.
its a boundary thats just imaginary people keep lagging on these segments creating a their own space bubbles that dont know much not exposed to life
I think Robert Frost wrote a poem about fences. We don’t have one but my dad has attempted to make one out of bushes. He also thinks that we need a major electric fence to keep mexicans out.
The fences were perfectly white, all across the neighborhood. Each house looked the same, every household had its housewife, every family exactly three children- and she was tired of
fences are built to keep things out, or possibly in. to confine in a space. i never want fences around me, i want to be free in an open field with lots of space. no claustrophobia. no confinement. no barriers i have to jump. only freedom to run and roam as i please.
Ah… I hate fences. I hate how pointy they can be, or how tall, or how splintery.
The last place you would ever expect to see your father – running full speed across a stubble field into a stretch of barb wire fence. It hurt like hell, it surprised him, it embarrassed him worst of all. And the cow got away.
She was sitting on the top of the fence. He legs swinging witht he brezee and she smiled it was summer time. Her boyfriend was home and things couldn’t be better. ‘What a happy time,’ she thought
picketseparates us greener on the other side chain link one side other ill see you on the other side tear down these fences to unite us why must we be separated what is there to contain why
fences. birds on fences. cows behind fences. kids climbing over fences. getting shocked by the five-star electric fences. leaping back from fences. falling in cow shit.
when I think about my new fence I think about the privacy that it provides.
Fences are only a small obstacle on my mission. I have warded off robbers and thieves, bears and mountain lions, electric cells and laser security. Fences are the smallest of my worries, or so I thought. I had no clue what was on the other side.
We haven’t spoken for three years. It is if a fence as tall as the Empire State building stands between us, and neither of us is brave enough to climb over. I wish I had the guts to tell you how much I miss you. I have been watching you all this time.
She was sitting on a bench. A white fence surrounded her garden. She blink slowly and the image wavered a bit.
“No you have to stay in place for a few more minutes or I won’t be able to figure out how I should design the fences for their garden!” She thought wildly. “Please just a second longer.” She looked down at her sketch book and drew another line. and then the fencing around her changed to wrought iron.
“Hmm. Looks better I think,” she murmured and redrew a section in her book. He eyes looked up again and she was back in her work room.
“I got everything I needed,” she murmured and smiled she added one last finishing touch to her plans and smiled.
“Done.”
She nailed the last board on and tossed the hammer. Pulling up her boots, she used the new rails to climb up and perch on the post. She looked out at the other fences, put her fingers to her lips, and whistled.
Josh dragged his land against the everlasting wooden fence. It made a ‘thump, thump, thump’ sound that was amusing to a small mind like his. He was meeting his girlfriend here… But they had both lied to their parents about what they were doing, he knew it.
Jessica giggled for no particular reason, staring up at the sky above the fence. She was supposed to meet her boyfriend, Josh here. But she told her mother that she was going out to the coffee shop with Jill. What a lie! She didn’t even like Jill. Little did she knew, Jill had the same plans.
Jill leaned her back against the tall fence, sliding down to the ground. She heard birds chirping on the other side, and wondered why she wasn’t allowed to go over the fence. It sounded so peaceful and beautiful. It couldn’t be harmful. She scrambled up and over, and those were the last thoughts she had.
Alexis sat on the fence and stared at the blue-purple sky. She looked to the boy next to her. “Matt, why does the sky get dark?” she asked, waiting for an answer.. But not receiving one
Fences are meant to keep things in.
Fences are meant to keep things out.
So, why, oh why, are fences keeping in
all the things in the world that we should see going about?
She walked down the lline of fences, counting only odd numbers.
This is how we walk here she thinks
Over, around and touching fences
Blocked in for safety
She stood on her tippy toes, trying to peer over the fence. She smiled her missing-front-tooth and dropped her stuffed rabbit, calling for her sisters as soon as she saw the green uniform.
“Mommy! Sara! Alice! Daddy’s home!”
fences.boundaries.rules.guidelines.school.college. the real world. trash tv. fox news. conservative bias. glenn beck. hopeless politics. america
Darling, there are fences here and everywhere near the house where I was born. There are fences holding in the grass and upholding the thorning plants. The fences cut the eyes, my darling, like gruesome barbs. There fences far too close to where you, my darling, are.
Fences make good neighbors, or do they? I think good neighbors come from building relationships and respect for others. Fences just help keep us all locked in our own boxes.
Good fences make good prisons. Good fences make good faces. Good fences make good persons. Good fences keep me from going places.
Fences keep us from going somewhere. But sometimes we raise our own fences and stop going!
The fences that I build never seem to stand. They always fall, just when I need them most. You wonder why I have them at all, unnecessary, you say. But I’ve learned what happens when I don’t have any guard. I know all too much about it now.