Garden Gate Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962
Garden Gate
Today I passed your garden gate,
It rattled to and fro.
I don't remember it this way,
The gate I used to know.
Today I touched your garden gate,
The crumbling wood and rust.
How could I replace them now,
Its pieces turned to dust?
Today I breached your garden gate
As I had done before.
I wondered if you might be there,
Tilling earth once more.
Today I closed your garden gate
Behind me once again.
I walked along your garden path
The way I did back then.
Today beyond your garden gate
Where I shall wait for now;
They say you won't, but I just know,
You must return somehow.
Today beyond your garden gate
Where I've shed many tears;
They all expect to see me there,
The place I've come for years.
Today beyond your garden gate
I felt you there somehow.
Twas then I came, at last to peace.
A place unknown till now.
For just beyond your garden gate
My destiny was cast.
A place from where no man returns.
I found you there at last.
A lovely poem. I like the way you change the scene of the garden gate with each stanza.
Truly a beautiful poem and the theme Garden Gate is timeless. Excellent writing Greenwolfe. Karin Anderson
A sweet, delicious love poem with lovely rhyme and rhythm. Loved it. A '10+! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn
A beautiful well written poem, thank you so much for sharing your poems with us.
Extremely touching, splendor lies in each word and tales a tale of great wonderment and beauty.
a poignant and gentle journey into realisation and acceptance.
So Beautiful - a real tonic for the mind - emotions sway and drew me to the final word which left me spellbound...Thank you
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I would like to translate this poem
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11/26/2023 10:11:58 AM # 1.0.0.1117
Lovely rhyme and balance. I like the way this flows, and the story within the poem. I write in a similar way paying particular attention to rythmn and rhyme. This is traditional rhyming poetry at its best, with a touch that seems to be sadly lacking today. Steve