The Old School Gate Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

The Old School Gate

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The old school gate still stands here though
The school has long since gone,
It stands amongst the hedgerow now
And opens for no one,
The school gate leads to nowhere
No one passes through it now,
And it remains so firmly shut
Yet it survived somehow.

Although its frame is rusting well
And crumbling away,
It stands there as a symbol of
A long forgotten day,
A small estate of houses where
The classrooms used to be,
The playground too has vanished now
It breaks my heart to see.

So many times I'd waited here
So many times passed through,
I close my eyes and can recall
The times that I once knew,
The parting and the welcoming
I held my mother's hand,
Beside this gate in front of me
That can now barely stand.

So sad to see it in this state
So many years gone by,
Yet while it lasts my dreams survive
And memories will not die,
The faces of the teachers
And the faces of my friends,
The sight of children playing there
Yet here is where it ends.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ernestine Northover 27 March 2008

This brought tears to my eyes Andrew, you could not have expressed it better. Wonderful write. Terrific poetry. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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Duncan Wyllie 23 February 2008

This was so powerful in it's draw on the emotions Andrew, and you are so right about that feeling of something so special kept in the album of history Could you mail me and tell me where this was please, , Love duncan X

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Jeannie Ann Clark 27 December 2007

This is well written also. Thank you. Still have many to read!

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Thad Wilk 17 December 2007

I enjoyed reading this poem Andrew! Reminded me that my old grade school was converted to a pharmacy and small business offices at least it didn't get torn down and still stands! Thanks for sharing! Thad *10*! ! !

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Andrew Blakemore 17 December 2007

This poem is about my first school, Redhouse infants, that I attended from 1971-74. It was demolished in about 1995 and the hand sold off for a housing development. They built a wooden fence around the new estate but for some reason, they left the old school gate standing within the fence. With the demolition of the school, it felt like a part of my life had been taken away. I do hope you enjoy reading this poem. Andrew

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