Nature is cyclical.
Life is cyclical.
Winter becomes spring becomes summer becomes fall becomes winter.
Feeding cows becomes calving becomes fixing fence becomes haying becomes feeding cows.
Good neighbors make good fences.
Good fences show that someone cares.
You have to fix your own fences, if you want your cows to stay put.
The left half is yours to fix. This is never discussed.
There will always be fence to fix.
The same fences will always need fixing.
The same fence will never be the same.
The same fence never surrounds the same pasture.
The pasture is the grass dams birds coyotes dirt bones roots rabbits winds sun sky.
Every pasture is the same.
Every pasture is unique.
The pasture is just prairie without the fence.
The pasture is just prairie with a fence.
The pasture is the prairie.
The prairie is not a pasture, or the pasture, or any pasture, or all the pastures.
The prairie is barren, devoid of life. At least, when viewed from the highway.
The prairie is teeming with life, if you stop to look.
The prairie is nothing but life, if you look too close.
Life is nothing but the prairie, if you look too far.
The birds sing, but actually whistle, but actually neither.
Vultures are signs of life, formerly.
That kildeer’s wing isn’t broken. Birds are liars.
Turtles show up when you least expect them.
Sometimes, there are fish in the puddles. How did you get there, fish?
Not all rattlesnakes rattle.
Post holes are excellent ways to catch salamanders.
Sometimes, the hill is too steep to drive up.
Sometimes, the hill is too steep to walk down.
Sometimes, that rock is a fossil.
Most of the time, that rock is a rock.
Very infrequently, that rock was actually an unexpected turtle.
Sometimes, the buffalo berry bush is a fence all by itself.
Unfortunately, the poison ivy is never a fence all by itself.
Sometimes, the poison ivy can keep that pair of fence pliers.
Sometimes, that was your last pair of fence pliers.
Always, you wonder when you’ll be done fixing fence.
Always, you’ll be fixing fence.
Always, you’ll be fixing.
Always, you’ll be.
Always.
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