There once was a gate

it’s always been there since the beginning of this chapter of my life

now barnacled and grey

carefully I lift up so you will open

your hinges creek as if to say

welcome once again old man

it’s good to have you come my way

we’ve seen it all haven’t we

drought blazing sunlight drenching rain tornadic winds snowstorms and ice that bent every tree

bouquets on spring days ghosts in the forest and now my favorite of all

the free frolicking spirit of fall

within the garden we do our best to protect

everything wanting their due critter and well as insect

I ponder how many souls have passed through my open arms

most were welcome doing no harm

I remember the children bringing great piles of leaves contests prizes and fun down on the farm

not once forgetting the never-ending stories of morning glories

I’ve watched them grow

heard their laughter and did my best guarding the seed they helped to sow

I miss them they don’t come anymore

one day I hope they know each one I adore

and from the house mostly happy sounds

celebrations thanksgiving great food and joy all around

and there was weeping death sickness sorrow and loss

the price for living sometimes has a great cost

over the years you’ve repaired me often always with respect

retaining the old whenever possible never leaving me in neglect

I am old now some boards cracked and rotting a creeping vine encircling my mast

posts that feign strength but need supported by my side echoes of the past

I watched waiting for you to come you look upon me with a smile and sigh

from the beginning old friend you spoke it’s always been about you and I

no one else seems to take much notice but we have each other

star drenched nights moons glow shadows creeping beautiful sunsets clouds and sky

tis true said the gate waxing blarney and one day there will be a parting and that’s ok

I give thanks to God above for the part I could play

I will always remember you made me what I am

not just a gate but always your friend