Iron Gates Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Iron gates so strong and tall, so impending, keeping out
intruders with their strength of character.

They are menacing to timid creatures, yet when children
want to get inside to see their friends, the bars are
pried open and some slip inside.

Others, more brazenly climb over with agility unmatched,
unbroken - practiced daily as over the iron gates they climb
in droves.

When everyone is finally gone, the gates are still standing
feet apart, menacing only the very timid souls.