Something there is that doesn't love a wall

Mending Wall
Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there...


This is the wall our neighbor put up to keep his yard in his yard. It's been slowly falling over and has gotten a lot worse this year. A few months ago he mentioned to Rusty that they would be replacing it. Not yet.