Barbed wire fence

A barbed wire fence around    
     
Our house on the main route,    
     
Would keep the sheep inside    
     
And block the neighbors out.    
     
     
     
Tore my clothes on those barbs    
     
A hundred times or two,    
     
My mother stitched them back    
     
Until we wore them through.    
     
     
     
One night we had a scare    
     
A car crashed through our yard,    
     
It took out half our fence    
     
And hit a sheep real hard.    
     
     
     
We worked all through the night    
     
To fix that broken fence,    
     
That sheep died the next day    
     
A victim of events.    
     
     
     
I grew up and left home    
     
To chase my dreams at last,    
     
I thought I'd not return    
     
To reminisce the past.    
     
     
     
Today I'm an old man    
     
Who finally did go back,    
     
That great big house I knew    
     
Became a run down shack.    
     
     
     
The memories were sweet    
     
Why did I leave this place?    
     
Guess I felt too fenced in    
     
And needed my own space.    
     
     
     
I still see old barbed wire

Twisted up and busted,

Pieces scattered, buried

Spikes now dull and rusted. 
     
     
     
Can't recall the countless    
     
Times it ripped through my garb,    
     
But scars will remind me    
     
Of sharper razor barb.    
     
     
3-12-2017