Imagine you are the narrator in the poem, 'Mending Wall'. Write down about the yearly ritual you have with your neighbour and how your views differ from his.
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I am really tired. I spent all day fixing the boundary wall. Our neighbour was there too, mending his side of the wall. It was a little strange. Each of us were like teammates working on the same project, yet the project was to create greater distances between us.
I asked him why we needed a wall.Our areas are clearly demarcated- he has pine trees on his side, while I have apples trees. I jokingly tell him that my apple trees will never cross over onto his side and eat his pine cones. His only answer was, “Good fences make good neighbours." We don’t even have cows that might stray into each other’s areas, but that does not make him change his mind. I don't think I will ever understand his perspective, or he mine. Nevertheless, we will spend an entire day labouring to fix the gaps in the wall year after year. Maybe that is the limit of us being connected.