Almost every day, I pass through a gate with security guards. Most of these guards know me by name because I see them daily, sometimes multiple times a day. One of these guards is always giving me water or Gatorade, noting that I should stay “hydrated.”
It worries me. Not that he is giving me water and Gatorade, but that I may look dried up or dehydrated. Some folks would wonder why this fellow keeps giving them things. I do not. There are nice people in this world and nice gestures should simply be appreciated.
Yes, I do realize that this fellow goes to the college where I teach and there is a high probability that he will end up in one of my mathematics courses. Grades can’t be bought in my classes; I’m pretty sure he understands and is simply being kind.
On a recent pass through the gate this fellow handed me a Gatorade and said, “You need to stay hydrated.” I simply said, “Thanks.” With no vehicles behind me, he continued his conversation wanting to talk about Robert Frost and his poem, “The Mending Wall.”
It was a poem I had not looked at in many years, so I took a look at it as soon as I got the chance (knowing he would want to talk about it again the next time I passed through the gate/hydration station).
It is an interesting poem and I guess it is one that you could sit around and drink Gatorade (or something else) and discuss.
My basic take on it is that you have a couple of neighbors who get together to repair the wall between their properties on a regular basis. One questions the need for the wall, whereas the other notes that “Good fences make good neighbors.”
You kind of see the points both fellows are making, but it’s the fellow who thinks walls are not needed who is most interesting. You see, this fellow doing all the talking who thinks there doesn’t need to be a wall, is the one who initiates the “wall fixing” or mending. It is a bit humorous…
That is my take on it. You can probably pay ten dollars and get a much more educated analysis of Robert Frost’s poem. I’m sure they will use a lot of ten dollar words, thus making your investment seem worthwhile.
We are at a time in the world when the case can be made that we need more walls, fences and boundaries or at least need to mend the ones we have. These are decisions that I am glad I do not have to make.
However, if we are talking about “boundaries” in general, I think it is always a good idea to have them with children, dogs and perhaps to keep rabbits out of the garden. On second thought, perhaps we should reinvest in mending walls such as family, country and just plain good ole American logic. Everybody has a different idea as to what a fence should look like – just try putting one up that has to be approved by a homeowners association.
Robert Frost died around the time I was born and we are (at least I am) still studying his work. Frost was born in 1874 in San Francisco. His father named him after a Southern hero, General Robert E. Lee. I find that interesting from a boundary standpoint.
Robert Frost’s father requested to be buried back on the east coast where he was from. Robert, his wife, family and his sister took his father there to be buried and didn’t have enough money to get back to California. His granddaddy offered him a house in Massachusetts. Not having enough money to get home, he took the house and stayed.
He attempted chicken farming at one point in his life and he didn’t do so well – so he became a poet and an educator and won four Pulitzer Prizes.
As for the failed chicken farmer’s poem, “The Mending Wall,” I think I will keep my side of the fence mended and keep hoping my neighbor treats his dog better, learns to put his garbage can in the right direction for the robotic truck to pick up and gets his little convertible shining to his satisfaction.
A taller fence or wall would be useful in blocking my view of my neighbor polishing his snappy little convertible while I am bailing water out of the floorboard of my car after it has rained.
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