In response to WP Prompt: What makes a good neighbor, I’ve posted these lines from Robert Frost’s poem Mending Wall from 1914.
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.”- Robert Frost