Across the Fence
Down the path I went
Followed by the afternoon heat.
The grass grew high here.
A bend was coming near.
And, at the center of this path,
I stopped to take a breath,
Looked up and over a barbed wire fence.
(I have still seen it since.)
On the other side
Were taller weeds
And still yet taller grass.
The barb was tight; I could not pass.
And yet, I saw with curious eyes
A small and dark forest
Looking cool and calm in the heat of day,
A place of peace where fairies play.
It was cool and serene,
To come out of the heat
And have a cool seat.
And how I wished I could be there,
Under the shelter of the trees,
But the barb was too tight.
It was too hot in the light.
So, I went down my path
And back to my home,
Away from the mystery,
Never to learn its history.
Still, I have seen it,
And never been there,
Across the barbed wire fence –
At the sharpness, I wince.
I made myself a promise:
"One day, I'll walk down my path
And visit the forest across the fence,
On the other side of the barbed wire fence."