The Latch Poem by Steve Howard

The Latch



Just inside the garden wall,
a genius waits, I hear him call.
He sits there with a taunting grin.
He knows I'd like to enter in.
He knows the problem, knows the catch,
I've found the gate, but not the latch.

Saturday, June 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
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Steve Howard

Steve Howard

North Carolina. USA
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