Mending Fences

Mending Fences

Down the long dusty road
Past fences laced with age.
You bounce and bounce about
On springs overused the same.
Your job is to fix the things
Any you find broken.
Long hours spent in weather's hand
Resting's just a token.

You finish what you started
And head on to the next.
From sun up to sun down
Fixing fences what you do best.
You'd rather be on horseback
But, a wagons not that bad.
With the way things are in the world today
You're just happy to have a job.