Fences
On my walk to the Osborne I pass by a rich medley of fences: lattice, wrought-iron (plain and fancy), wattle and picket. There is even one split rail fence, obviously constructed by some lonesome cowboy. Best poem about fences? My nomination is by David McCord. It is a marvel of rhythm and the precise use of line endings. Although a character is never mentioned you can absolutely see the kid with a stick.
The Pickety Fence
The pickety fence
The pickety fence
Give it a lick it's
The pickety fence
Give it a lick it's
A clickety fence
Give it a lick it's a lickety fence
Give it a lick
Give it a lick
Give it a lick
With a rickety stick
pickety
pickety
pickety
pick
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