Friends Poems: 221 / 500

The Wooden Gate

Rating: 4.8

the old dirt path that led to home
familiar surroundings all overgrown
the home now a shell of what was once
the picket fence in disrepair laid where it had fallen
a gate that welcomed family and friends
laying on the ground, rusted hinges unable to hold
lift the gate and place back in place
touching the gate strange feelings emerged
the feeling when old friends meet once again
stand and stare until tears appeared
talk to the gate as if it was real
children once swung on the gate
sat on the ground and exchanged stories
talking to the gate as old friends would
if seen by others they would shake their heads
lonely and sad their thoughts as they journeyed
approach where once stood a magnificent front door
walked into the ruins as done many times before
looked around searching for clues
when did all this destruction take place?
no answer, just creaks and groans
a gentle breeze appeared as if called
sitting once more, back leaning against a wall
drained of memories of long ago

Tuesday, January 7, 2020
Friends Poems: 221 / 500
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship,memories,old memory
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Ramblings of homes we once knew
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 10 February 2020

Very nicely don, John. I can picture that old gate, as I have seen many like it. Congratulations on the selection of this poem as Member Poem of the Day!

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John Ahern 11 February 2020

Hi Kim, thank you for your comment. That old gate needed a bit of nostalgia from me, it is always following me around in my memories.

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Shaun Cronick 10 February 2020

A terrific and well written, enjoyble poem on display here John. Warm salutations to you sir and your well deserved Poem of the Day It encapsulates nostalgic child-hood memories by the portent of a gate.Superb! Thank you for sharing your wonderful memories John and may God Bless and Keep you and the loved ones around your good self.

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John Ahern 11 February 2020

Hi Shaun, thank you for your kind words, also thank you for reading and commenting on the poem.

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Dr Antony Theodore 10 February 2020

when did all this destruction take place? no answer, just creaks and groans a gentle breeze appeared as if called sitting once more, back leaning against a wall.. very fine poem full of memories and love. tony

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John Ahern 10 February 2020

Thank you, Dr Tony Brahim, you saw the love and memories within this poem, thank you once again for taking the time to read and comment on it.

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 February 2020

Old dirt path! ! Meeting the wooden gate. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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John Ahern 10 February 2020

Thank you for reading and commenting, it is always a pleasure to share a poem.

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Lodigiana Poetess 10 February 2020

Such a delightfully nostalgic poem that transports the reader back to personal memories of bygone days..Thank you so much for sharing this..a worthy Poem of the Day. Lodigiana x

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John Ahern 10 February 2020

Thank you for your comments. Nostalgia keeps on tapping me on the shoulder these days.

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