"EVERYBODY HAS A WALL IN ARIZONA"

At least that's what one of my brother-in-laws tells me. He lives in Wisconsin. I guess there's not much to wall in there. "Before I'd put up a wall, I'd like to know what I was walling in and walling out," the poet Frost told us once. And I agree.
Walls, fences, even barbed wire works, though. Fort-like fences, even picket fences work well, too. Out of necessity, I have a golf ball net fence that stands 22 feet high to protect my body and house from the sliced drives that want to leave the fairway and rough. But I'm partial to walls. High walls like castles.
Rail fences and latticed wood fences appeal to me as well. So why do I like demarcation? Boundaries? Obstructions? Pins to mark property? I'm not sure. It may go back to my lawn mowing days as a kid. When I was earning $1.25 for a big but standard 50x150 lot. If I wasn't getting paid for it, I didn't want to mow it.
I'm not sure what the barbed wire fence pictured is keeping out. I suppose gold or some kind of buried treasure. Certainly it's not penning in even a skinny or small animal. But I thought it a cool picture with mountains in the background. And it appears to need a little mowing.