When I saw the images of Trump’s new border wall being blown over by the wind earlier this week, I couldn’t help but be reminded of the poem Mending Wall by the late American poet, Robert Frost.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The only difference in this case is that the frozen-ground-swell was the wind. Maybe the world should take note of Robert Frost’s implied message and listen more carefully to advice from nature!