Snow Fence

I built a fence - a fence for the wind.
I neither planned to stop it long
Nor fence it in from it's night time wandering.
My thoughts were this-
If she is bent on such mischief as drifting snow,
Why not pile it here along the hill
Instead of on a road where I must go.
So I built a fence - a fence for the wind.

Six hundred crates and boxes in a row
Were piled along a hillside path
Where she must go to reach my road.
With six hundred crates and boxes
I built a fence - a fence for the wind.

And then, when all the skies were fair,
With a million snowflakes in her hair,
She came dancing through the night.
She kissed the willow tree in passing,
Took the lane,
Came down across another field to fill my road.
She never even saw the fence I had built -
A fence for the wind.

-Max Ellison