Atrocity

A white washed fence; clean and pristine On the other side of the fence; cream and olive green Clear to both- is that the colors fade Even if one is more in the shade The sun beams down on an olive branch That had been extended by chance The side of the olive green Has a cream colored rose-painted in a summer scene Never have the two given up the feud So both are unsightly and rude The bullheadedness was getting old So, the children scold- The parents For not accepting each other; when the time was right Like in the beginning of the fight A child will learn quicker than an adult Which road to go down; before it is time to start a bout About how close a tree is on one’s property But it is the parent that will create an atrocity