The Border - Patrick Carton performance poet and storyteller

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The Border

The fence is dense, the wall is tall
but the border isn’t there at all
it wanders in a lonely line through rows and rows of pensive pines
a little line marked on a map
but when you go there to mind the gap
there isn’t any gap to mind
just the wind that whistles through the pines
and the lads from the legion of the lost
who man that lonesome frontier post
they’ve been yearning there for manys the year
to face a fundamental fear
though standing still they fight a war
between what seems to be and what isn’t there
                                                                                                                     Patrick Carton

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