This next gentleman pens a feeling I've had for some time. He is a respected composer and songwriter, Mr. Porter Cole.

"I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences. I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences. Don't fence me in."

Why does the fencing take place? There's an interesting test I've recently taken. What values are my own? What values have been imposed? Which will I choose to live? I can tell you, I've been fenced in way too long. Playwright Christopher Fry has so keenly written,

"Life is a hypocrite if I can't live, The way it moves me!"

Photo by Wayne Mumford.