Bfencerows (Sentimental Favorite)

Only gaps in tangled fencerows,
Where pomegranates stood eighty years.
Gentle potholes laying monument,
Where heartpine posts stood firm.

Remorse..the bitter tears I cry!
Why have all my fencerows,
Gone, and passed my by?

Bumper crops of blackberries lived then fell,
Fat scuppernongs glistened, plump in my pail.
Where fragrant honeysuckles, mingled then scattered,
Now nights evening mists, find nowhere to gather.

Remorse..the bitter tears I cry!
Why have all my fencerows,
Gone, and passed me by?

Purple wisteria, carefully draping rusty fences,
Among the pause and flare, of early morning crickets.
Covey after covey, nature's Southern Bobwhite quail,
Their sanctuary and abode where every tree fell.

Remorse..the bitter tears I cry!
Why have all my fencerows,
Gone, and passed me by?

Southern geese land, leaving prints in the snow,
Leaving only traces of passage, where did they go?
Such are my fencerows, now they're all gone!
Like a time-worn woodcutter, time to go home.

by Barry A. Lanier

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