The path to the beach has a fence on each side.
On the north side of the worn path
is a new, tall cyclone fence.
Woven throughout the fence are vines and
wildflowers of many types and varieties.
On the south side of the path is a low, rusty
fence that has fallen into disrepair. However,
it is filled with all kinds of things and history.
Plants have taken over most of the fence,
covering it with both beauty and colour.
Locust trees try to take root around stumps,
while old stumps of trees removed long
ago remain suspended in the rusty fence.
An abandoned nest sits firmly in the old fence,
a silent reminder of the life that is around us.
Enjoy the life around you today.