I am grounded deep into the earth; a tree without roots or
branches that still stands as a foundation for outward reaching limbs. My
brothers and sisters stand proudly in line through freezing snow, pounding
rain, scorching heat without complaint. We are dependable and strong, standing
our lines and manning our posts. We keep our charges safe day and night,
holding them back from the wild world beyond with our combined strength of
many. As we age, we weaken, like everything else, until eventually, we fall,
one by one, the gaps widening until our captives are set free.
Fence Post