Mending together a fence between good neighbors- cut, pound, cut, pound, cut. Yesterday evening, the sounds happening in my neighbor's yard were beautiful. Mariachi music drifted over the raspberry vines, their children were laughing on a trampoline and I could see them pop up and down, and then there was the sawing and pounding. It was visual and auditory music all at once. I've lived in this house for over 15 years and had three different owners of the house next door. The fence is technically theirs, but a few families previous to mine helped them put it up many years ago. They were good neighbors to each other, and then as years went by and parents died, the fence went into disrepair. I put up a temporary fence and raspberries to keep it from falling into our yard. We tried through the last few owners to repair it and make a new one, but no luck. They were not interested in sharing. But now, the new owner with a young family has a mission to make a lovely fence for us both to talk across, and our children to talk to each other over it, being as the times are. Just like Robert Frost's "Mending Wall," there will be a part where we do not need a wall, as the apple trees and raspberries belong only to the birds when we are not in need of them, and it will not stop the music. Covipoem # 141
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