Homesteader’s split rail fence

A wooden enclosure

Built with

Logs supporting logs

A forest of horizontal trees

To keep animals in.

As the years melted into progress

The bark dried and fell

Exposing a maze of insect trails

In every direction

The deserted homestead became a town park

Now only a grassy square mound of

Decayed logs returning to earth

Even the story of why it was built

Lies buried with the logs.

Hazel Ross