The Small Gate Poem by Matt Mooney
The Small Gate
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The small gate in I remember it was red
But in later times it had a light blue hue;
Then as if with age it was painted grey-
These days it needs an overcoat or two.
It’s bolt on opening often sharply clicked,
Announcing a caller or a son or daughter.
In a minute you were standing at the door
That someone opened up to welcome you..
Friday, December 24, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: daughter,son,standing
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