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
Paul, pvcann.com
