Why I chose "The Mending Wall"

This poem to me was like looking directly into my personal history. I had an identical situation with a neighbor who lived next door. He had a forest of trees completely concealing his property, and more growing all the time. Also, his fence was made of layered stones. Whenever I would see him outside his house, I would attempt to talk to him, but my efforts were always fruitless. In essence, I chose this poem due to it's peculiar coincidence in relation to a small part of my life.