I LOVE GATES
I love gates.
Gates are the very things
I am fond of.
Not the huge iron gates
Crackling with steel mesh
And threats,
To keep you in,
But the lovely little
Wooden gates,
Awash with tall grasses
And latches,
To let you out.
These gates, I love.
©2020 Gwen Grant
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Poems by Gwen Grant 
I want a courtyard with a fancy wrought iron fence. 😏
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This is not about your poem so much but rather about the memories it evokes. I think I remember from my childhood an “I-Spy” book about farms that included items about different and regional styles of farm gates. I may have imagined that.
But your poem brings back innumerable memories of finding gates, leaning on gates, and then opening gates. (And of course, closing them behind.)
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Beautiful, Gwen. I love this. And I quite agree.
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Hope you get one one day!
Gwen.
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Thank you, Gwen. 💞
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Thank you so much. So glad you liked it. I love your poems.
Gwen.
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Beautifully written.
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So kind of you to say so and I’m very happy you like the poem. Thank you.
Gwen.
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Lovely! Now, if we only knew which side of the gate to be on!
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Exactly!
Gwen.
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