The widest prairies have electric fences, <br />For though old cattle know they must not stray <br />Young steers are always scenting purer water <br />Not here but anywhere. Beyond the wires <br /> <br />Leads them to blunder up against the wires <br />Whose muscle-shredding violence gives no quarter. <br />Young steers become old cattle from that day, <br />Electric limits to their widest senses.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wires/
