Mending Wall: an extract

the following poem took me by storm whe i was in matric 2006

Oh, just another kind of outdoor game, One on a side.  It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need a wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours. ”Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: “Why do they make good neighbours?  Isn’t it Where there are cows?  But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I’d ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that does not love a wall, That wants it down.”  I could say “Elves” to him, But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather He said it for himself.  I see him there Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. He moves in darkness as it seems to me, Not of woods only and the shade of trees. Robert Frost