Only in this case, my neighbor was hi-jacked in their own property. They didn’t have keys to get into the house nor a gate remote control to get out and we helped them through it by staying with them, providing phone assistance and plenty o drink as it was a very hot day.
They are putting up an electrified fence above their wall today and then I remembered the following…
Mending Wall by 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 work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors’.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
mmm grilled barbeque sauce. Does anyone else share the same notion when I say that the other burgers and meals taste a bit bland after eating a McFeast?!
It twas me, Brian and Jono vs Clint and Pat, Brian was at mid left, Jono mid right and I was right back, I know, sounds unfair but this was about the time I had my moment… Brian and Jono had Clint and Pat pinned whilst I gave cover fire for them to move up. I was right at the back (right back can), then pushed to a little before mid, when I saw that they were pinned behind their respective cans (one in each corner), I decided to bolt straight down the line, marker facing forward whilst occasionally blazing off a few towards the opposite corner, I rushed around the corner of the bunker whilst trying to not “let rip” until the last possible moment and found Clint facing away towards Brian. 
