I AM... A FENCE OF WIRE

I am Silver
when I'm new
I keep things out and in -
I have holes, like little windows,
that let in all the wind.
A flower grows right through me,
a butterfly can pose
atop my shiny silver barbs
as if I were a rose.
The faces look out through the holes,
of that, they never tire -
My purpose often makes me sad.....
I am a fence of Wire.

©Copyright August 2000 by Christina

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