Show indifference to the shades of gray reflecting my years of defying weather.
Deride my lines and cracks as though character didn’t matter.
Act surprised at my longevity in a tough prairie environ.
Ignore that I once was a beautiful tree with light streaming through my branches.
Mock my lowly duty of holding up three strands of barbed wire every day of the year.
Brush over my higher purpose of minding the cattle that ultimately tease your palette.
Lump me in with all the other fence posts as though we’re all the same,
… and then you have the audacity to wonder why I’m not particularly excited that you photograph me for a few seconds when you claim to find “interesting light” behind me?
Mark me down as unimpressed – your readers deserve the truth!