Maybe you could share this with him.

Mending Fences
Robert Frost

In the poem, he ponders why he and his neighbor should even have the stone fence between them -

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:

‘Why do they make good neighbors?
Isn’t it where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.