Rock Fences
The old rails above them long gone.
No visible sign they were ever here
other than, how would pioneers
keep the cows in pastures without them.
Ancient now, with moss grown dry,
they rumble along slowly in short
bursts, turtles could out run them.
More or less, conversation pieces
from my grandma’s era and
now home to toads, snakes, and
occasionally chipmunks.
The barb wire now strung
on posts set inside them, but
their posture
still keeps
cows in the pasture.