Black Iron Gate


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Black Iron Gate

*

In the back yard all alone I sit,

Warm Spring sun, softness of breeze.

Trusting friends will come for a visit,

Hearing the squeak of that gate, oh please.

*

Seedlings float by brushing my cheeks,

I dream of running, oh wouldn’t that be great.

Thoughts float by, I’m wading in creeks,

Better still, I hear the squeak of the gate.

Hopefully they’ll come, friends and class mates.

*

I try very hard to keep a smile on my face,

In my mind, I can go just about any  place.

No one is coming, in the warmth of this day,

I’ll stay positive, I’ll read my book.

At the black iron gate, no more shall I look.

*

Day is near end, what more to hear, what more to say,

The black iron gate did not squeak, didn’t open, nor sway,

There were no friends to come visit me today.

*

I traveled down many paths in the woods,

Climbed mountains and waded in brooks.

I did all of these things and many more,

My adventures come from all my books.

*

Another rising, another day I will again in my 

back yard wait,

Sitting under colored trees, crisp air telling of Fall.

With my books in my lap, near the black iron gate,

Indeed I have no doubt, soon my friends will call.

*

                                  Eileen “2011”wheelchair (1)

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