Last Updated on July 6, 2022 by teamobn
In Mending Wall, poet Robert Frost decries the saying that “Good fences make good neighbors”. It’s a beautiful piece of writing but I feel the saying has great relevance in an urban setting.
Fences do help define the boundaries between public and private, yours and mine. But all too often, those same fences are drab and dreary and even, sometimes, an absolute eyesore.
If you’re tired of your old paling fences you might find some inspiration here. I say this a lot, but here it is again…be creative! The fence is a great medium to show off your personality and style to onlookers. 
It is a perfect way to add a little something extra to your yard and on your property. Painting, staining, framing, and more are easy ways to make your fence unique. And these fences will surely protect your garden features.
Make use of the materials that are available in your backyard, or you can even purchase the materials and assemble it according to your desired designs.
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Mending Wall
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.”
