Orange Gate Poem by John McCornack

Orange Gate



Up against a dull unpainted barn
Stands a simple new orange gate
A visual sign that life still exists
A chance for this barn to radiate

Opportunities to provide shelter
From cold winds of winter time
Where respect is remembered
With traditions that last a lifetime

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John McCornack

John McCornack

Yukon, Oklahoma
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