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A Conversation Over The Garden Fence - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

Two old men talked about the past
As they leaned upon the slatted wooden fence
That creaked under the weight of their forearms.
One side was painted white
The other painted black
And there they met to reminisce
On those days now long gone by.
There gardens weren't alike at all
For one was tended mowed and pruned
Where flowers grew and colours bloomed
With everything in place.
While the other was wild and overgrown
With weeds that clung and squeezed the life
From all that tried to grow amidst
That tangled mass of green.
One man was smart and wore a tie
The other wore an open shirt,
With many missing buttons
And its sleeves were holed and torn.
I thought they were like chalk and cheese
But as I passed I heard them say,
They both felt sorry for the young
And glad that they were old.

Comments about A Conversation Over The Garden Fence by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

  • (4/9/2009 7:30:00 AM)

    So different and yet so much alike. Two old friends who have rapport
    in their souls. A wonderful poem, Andrew.10 without hesitation.

    Warm regards,

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  • (4/8/2009 3:24:00 AM)

    A fascinating exploration of difference - and similarity. I like the change in your poetic style, Andrew. You are growing in stature as a poet. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (3/31/2009 3:01:00 PM)

    Contrast is well depicted by your able hand once again! Nice to read! (Report) Reply

  • (3/27/2009 9:43:00 AM)

    well described poem, one can actaully visualise. (Report) Reply

  • (3/26/2009 3:13:00 PM)

    Wow! ! ! such powerful few last lines and I loved the way that this was so carefully constructed
    I have a lot of respect for you Andrew and it is works such as this that make me even
    more convinced that you have a beautiful art

    Love duncan X
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  • Ernestine Northover (3/26/2009 3:12:00 PM)

    I think when one gets to a certain age one can converse with anyone, and when they are of roughly the same age there is plenty to talk about, plenty to moan about, plenty to discuss. Loved this composition. I love everyday occurrences, they are alive with wonderful storylines.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 26, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 26, 2009

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