Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the <br />workmen are beginning the fence. <br />The palings are made of iron bars with steel points that <br />can stab the life out of any man who falls on them. <br />As a fence, it is a masterpiece, and will shut off the rabble <br />and all vagabonds and hungry men and all wandering <br />children looking for a place to play. <br />Passing through the bars and over the steel points will go <br />nothing except Death and the Rain and To-morrow.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fence/
