In one line of his poem he said good fences make good neighbors. I'd like to think that Alaska and British Columbia working together can prove that we can be pretty darned good neighbors without fences.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It is true that the poet does not directly address his neighbors; but he does address a great congress of persons who dwell at the back of his mind, a congress of all those who have taught him and whom he has admired; they constitute his ideal audience and his better self.
A good neighbor is a fellow who smiles at you over the back fence, but doesn't climb over it.
Fences work and the walls work and separations work. They afford to any nation the delay of entry.
When one neighbor helps another, we strengthen our communities.
Being a good neighbour is about compassion, which is as warm-blooded as justice is cool-headed.
Fences would be a hindrance to terrorists should they decide to come across a land border between the U.S. and Mexico and to California.
The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.
Neighbors are competitors instead of partners, suspicious instead of trustful, indifferent instead of helpful, cold instead of loving, greedy instead of generous. We no longer consider ourselves living in neighborhoods, but only as living next to 'hoods.'
A bad neighbor is as great a calamity as a good one is a great advantage.
Love your neighbor as yourself; but don't take down the fence.