This Fence

A poem I wrote over a decade ago. I’ve been inspired by fellow bloggers, “Imaginateweb” and “Chatter Master”, to dig it up out of my archives. It was written during a time of great personal hardship, my wife was wheelchair bound, suffering from severe MS, and I was recovering from a reasonably bad Stroke, and the hurdles of life seemed beyond my capabilities. Such is life, I survived, and my dear gracious and courageous lady has since passed. This is an emotional verse for me to present, so here goes, typing between the tears of life, but don’t worry I’m reasonably healed and enjoying myself, unabated. Also I’ve added another little poem below “This Fence”, called “Tears”, for you readers to soak up.

This Fence

I am quickly nearing this fence.

An obstacle of a lifetime I see.

And from my side of this fence,

The hurdle is too high for me.

And on the other side of this fence,

There seems nowhere to land or flee.


I have arrived at this fence,

Above the pickets, just grey sky.

And on my side of this fence,

The grass is brown and dry.

And on the other side of this fence,

The grass is green, but still I cry.

How am I to clear this fence,

There seems nowhere to go, or get by.


This fence, all built of stones,

Breaks my spirit, and all my bones.


Ivor Steven.

Sometime after the passing of my dear Lady, I wrote these two lines, I suppose now is an appropriate time to post them, and again don’t worry, I’m ok…..



How many rivers of tears must we cry,

Before all our deepest wells run dry.


Ivor Steven

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

72 thoughts on “This Fence”

  1. beautiful and a moving poem!
    such times do come in our lives when we feel helpless and then we only wait for those times to pass because only time is the healer


  2. Ivor, it takes such courage to write and share such emotions. Then to relive the emotions of thise moments every time you read them again. Such power in your words. And such grace in your love and healing.

    Thank you for sharing with us.

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  3. All I can say is, wow. Here I thought you were just a shrinking man, aging with dignity. I guess, that when you write from your heart, and the deepest part of your soul – some really good stuff appears.


  4. Amazing and heart warming. You and I have something in common… A lot actually. Loss is a part of every life.

    That’s how I got back to writing.

    So glad you’re sharing. It adds to my life when a person such as yourself does so in such a lovely meaningful way.

    Warm regards. Love your prose! 🙂


    1. Thanks Mel, for following my blog /website, muchly appreciated, I’m glad you are reading my humble writings, and enjoying my unabridged feelings that has become a form of wonderful self release and therapy

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      1. Nice. Well… sweet dreams from Texas. Traveling to the future is possible indeed!

        Get some rest. No pressure to read but that post truly connects us and it makes me happy to have made this connection with you.

        Nighty night!


      1. Yes, the easier the betterer, and thank you for reading my poem. the poem means a lot to me, and for you to read my words and appreciate what I was expressing is so very special for me, and I’m truly grateful that you understand… xx

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      2. Dear Ivor, I enjoy your poetry very much! I can not say for sure if I understand them in the same way as you wrote them, but they mostly fit into my current thoughts. The fence here: You would have liked to overcome it, but it was not possible to land well on the “green side”. The bridle was too high. Life changes. People and situations change. The fences can be smaller, no more stone and friendly and at least you’ve grown …; ) …., and finally there is a place on the other side that laughs at you or a water source that allows you to green your site …
        it beautiful an full of hope and brings motivation to fight for the dreams.

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  5. This piece is such a beauty! May your wife’s soul rest in peace. She seems like someone who has given you so much love and happiness, really something to admire. I am sure she changed your life and made it so beautiful, for you are such a kind person! I am so glad you are okay now! 😊❤

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  6. such a beautiful, haunting poem!! i am greatly saddened to hear the hardships befallen on you and your wife, but i am so grateful that you managed to push through and prosper. i believe that any fence is surmountable, regardless of its height ❤ you just have to want to be free.

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  7. Breathtakingly beautiful. I can sense the pain and anguish through this poem but a huge amount of love too.
    You are extremely brave and courageous to share your heart so openly but I am certain that this will help others.
    Love Hayley 😊💜

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  8. Every road has a bend, in every life there are hurdles to cross some are lucky that bends don’t come so often and hurdles are few we are all endowed with an abundance of courage which is a blessing for us if put to the proper use I believe from reading your poetry Ivor you are doing just that. Happy trails to you.

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  9. So much to contend with in this life and hardere still when loved ones suffer or are lost. I comfort myself that my sister who had a stroke at 34 and was bed ridden towards the end is now free. I am glad you could pout all your emotions into this piece Ivor. Thanks for providing the link for me.

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  10. read again your poem…isn´t it wonderful that art fits always on our way through life…it always can give hope and empathy…our fantasy, our dreams and wishes are our barometer of where we are and who we are…our fences are never too high, we just have to change our position!

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    1. Thank you Beckie a very special poem, with and few words, but that meant a lot and told my story the way it was….. I was just learning how to read and write again at that time, and these were the words

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