Barbed wire fences, <br />Rusted and forgotten, <br />Wrought of winters’ winds <br />Abandoned by Providence, <br />Castoff and downtrodden <br />Yet, a remnant remains. <br />Like old cowhands, <br />Weathered rough by the worst, <br />Without expectations or demands. <br />Standing alone in their world. <br />Barbed wire fences, <br />Rusted and forgotten, <br />Forged of steel from foundries long cold, <br />Nothing left to prove, <br />Standing firm and silent in the wind.<br /><br />M.W. Ketchel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barbed-wire-fences/
