Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.

Lately there has been a lot of fence-building in my neighbourhood. I haven't initiated any of it, my neighbours have made requests, and I have complied. Just around the corner, another neighbour once-removed is creating a dry-stone wall from rocks in her garden. This wall is much closer to the one Frost and his neighbour repair annually and ritually in Mending Wall.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:

Yes, Amy's wall is just such an agglomeration of shapes and sizes, all made to balance through skill and the application of a little mortar. The fences that border my garden are far less romantic, comprising pine-slats on one side and colour-bond on the other. Nor do they run the full length of either boundary, which are 60 metres and so quite expensive. Instead, they appear like two Maginot lines running into a Belgium here and a Belgium there. There is a strategy but it's all rather ramshackle.

Here's hoping the Panzers can't get through the gaps.