(Something there is that doesn't love a wall... Rbt. Frost)
So you leased your field
To that goddamn corporate farm
Yeah, I did.
Like selling your soul, Bill
No, like putting it to use
Did me no damn good sitting fallow
Could'a leased it to Roberts, he'd farm it.
Only'd pay on percentage.
Well, look what the bastards did.
Bulldozed the damn hedgerow
Half way through.
What'd he gain, 2 acres on top of the 60?
More'n that, Ed.
Not much. Well, you need to get it re-surveyed.
'Cause the goddamn survey says
The line is the center of the hedgerow
Which it ain't anymore.
Don't matter – we know where it is
What we know don't mean a goddamn thing
It only matters what's on the paper.
And another thing...
Jesus Christ, calm down, Ed
They'll deep plow it
It'll cut the goddamn tree roots
On my apple trees, my cherry trees
If they die I'm coming after you
Damages, my ass, those roots would be
In my land, wouldn't they . This is bullshit.
Fuck you and your survey and your goddamn trees
Bill turned and walked away, angry as hell
But wishing, a bit, he had talked with Ed first
Ed watched after him, glaring
Not thinking of lawyers and lawsuits
Thinking hard about that rock there near his left foot