In a time of walls and fences, I say "more bridges."
In a time of wall building, I like to think of bridges. These old bridges, most of which are made of stone, remind me of a time when America built things to last, but also to be beautiful. Some of these old bridges have carried people across rivers and ponds since the 1920s. A lot of water has flowed under since then. The first people to cross them are probably all gone now, but the bridges endure — even now — in a time of walls and fences.
"But which is the stone that supports the bridge?"