Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,304 Points (25th March 1943)

That Open Gate - Poem by Ernestine Northover

The path led through an open gate
New fresh pastures there to find.
Just a few steps were needed now,
To leave the sad past behind.

An unknown future awaited,
My intrepid heart's desire.
To face a bright new tomorrow,
And set my old world on fire.

A short distance was remaining,
For me and the unexplored,
I crossed over to the unseen,
That the other side had stored.

But the track turned rough and stoney,
And not my so hoped for aim,
So thus back through that open gate,
I returned from whence I came.

© Ernestine Northover

Topic(s) of this poem: sadness

Form: Lament

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Maybe it is not greener on the other side of the hill.

Comments about That Open Gate by Ernestine Northover

  • Paul Butters (8/4/2016 1:07:00 PM)

    We find the same thing when we cross The Pennines from Yorkshire into Lancashire, Ernestine. ha ha (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 4, 2016

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