Unit 27 Mending Wall The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us as we go... There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines,I tell him. He only says,“Good fences make good neighbors.” Spring is the mischief in me,and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: Why do they make good neighbors?Isn’t it Where there are cows?But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I’d ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense? Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That wants it down. He moves in darkness as it seems to me, Not of woods only and the shade of trees. He will not go behind his father’s saying, And he likes having thought of it so well He says again,Good fences make good neighbors.