The Old Rail Fence

The winding road and you old fence
Bespeak of modes and times gone hence
Of cattle in a pasture wild
Of big oat bin and corn that’s piled
It speaks of pumpkins and of hay
And goats a jump’n o’re the way
It speaks of labor and of sweat
Of friendly neighbor you have met,
Of wife and children in a door
All this it speaks and mountains more.