Wide Open Gates Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Wide Open Gates



Even though the gates have long rusted.
And the fields once harvested,
Have collected tumbleweed and dust.
Many still may be sitting around wishing,
The masters of their ancestors...
Would return to find,
Plantations to renovate.
With fresh paint on wide open gates.
Welcoming back those times.
Many still may be sitting around wishing,
When all they had to do...
Was to sing songs of freedom.
While those assigned to work the fields,
Complained about the singing...
Coming from the 'big house',
By the ones awaiting for their 'masters'.
Grinning from ear to ear.
As they run to greet their masters,
Seen from spotless verandas...
On their mounted horses coming through,
Those wide open gates!

Friday, June 19, 2020
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