The Old Farm Gate – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Photo: Farm gate – found on Pinterest

“Men are not so much the keepers of herds as herds are the keepers of men.”  Henry David Thoreau

The old Farm Gate

I leaned on the old gate as I was wont to do,
and it seemed a good thing,
the gate offered no objection
rather, a welcome to reflect as I
leaned and looked out at all that was before me,
in the dry of the day the rust
like barnacles clung to the wizened steel,
but some flaked and powdered
and I felt its roughness
a reminder of the many winters it has endured
since it was hung in less complicated times
when boundaries were respected and a
gate was merely a choice of
coming or going, to be in or out,
this gate might not make another hundred
but for now it has more stories to tell.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



Filed under Country, Farm, farming, Free Verse, life, poem, quote

32 responses to “The Old Farm Gate – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. And now we hear much talk of building walls.

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  2. I like this very much. It reminds me of Robert Frost’s poetry.

    Liked by 4 people

  3. I really love your conversational form, this is truly a beautiful poem.

    Liked by 3 people

  4. Love the photo and poem

    Liked by 4 people

  5. Really like this one! It drew me in, stilled me, and I listened to its creaks, for more stories to be revealed…

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  6. Good morning! Thank you for your beautiful thoughts scattered among words! A wonderful day!

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  7. Beautiful poem, Paul. It made me remember of my father’s wheelbarrow because it has stories to tell too.

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  8. Lyrical & powerful ☝️👍

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  9. Love the very metaphoric use of the gate. Best wishes, Michael

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  10. lync56

    I really loved this poem it conjured up many fond memories and emotions


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