While repairing a stone wall in our garden this past week I remembered photographing this ancient stone wall in Paunat in the Dordogne. It reminded me of Robert Frost's poem, "Mending Wall" in which he describes the efforts that he and his neighbour go to each spring, to repair the wall between their properties in the belief that "Good fences make good neighbours".
An extract from the poem:
...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!"...
OJ - considering recent events and their links to remembered poems