.3. Now Barred Poem by David Threadgold

The old five bar gate in the meadow
That started my back with its twinging
To open and shut lifted out of its rut
Because the old thing needs re-hinging

When we were young it was newer
As kids we would use it to swing
A long lost brass bell minus hanger
When gate clattered shut it would ring

The bleached wooden gate started rotting
Five bars had now become four
The post at the end has developed a bend
And now it can’t swing anymore


© 2008 David Threadgold
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