the fences have fallen

the fences have fallen

only the oak and iron gates remain

hanging drunk on their mossed stone posts 

still when the wind whistles in the low valleys

when the storm clouds gather stark 

when thoughts twist and turn to the older times 

then the boundaries are respected 

then the lions lie down in the dark 

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