THE MAGIC FENCE

I made a magic fence, my dear

which no one else can see.

When people start to get too near

I close them off from me.

My fence sets off a little spot

reserved for just us two,

a hallowed place, where in my thoughts

I talk alone with you.

The fence was made without a nail,

without a single post;

No board, no paint, no running rail,

as would be used in most.

The boards are all your years of care,

the nails your endless toil;

the rails - your always being fair -

the posts, your potting soil.

No paint, you see - your love will do

I want it just to weather.

A symbol of my love for you

Then, now, and forever.

© Robert H. Phillips, Sr. 3/1/85 My Father

In Memory of My Mother, Ruth M. Phillips