I looked up the green path
And there at the end was a gate,
An iron gate.
I was rooted to the spot,
Could not walk to it,
But it mesmerised me.
I wondered what was there,
What was on the other side.
I could see through it
But the view was unclear.
I looked and looked
But nothing was seen,
If only I could get closer
But I just could not move,
Something was holding me,
Keeping me away.
I walked on wondering,
Wondering why I could not
Get to that gate.
Was the gateway to hell
And I was kept from it?
Or was it the gateway to heaven,
Waiting for my time,
My time on earth to end?
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The image is one I took yesterday at Hidcote Manor, the words just came to me as I was printing the photograph.
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A fine write Gold. I know a gateway, or rather bridge. We can't explore it though, or get to the other side, as it has a barrier of iron railings losing it off.
I saw someone across the bridge. Don't know how they got there. It's Private Property I think. Depends - was it a Pearly Gate?
Thanks Orchi. Those gates and bridges are there for us to contemplate.
Nicely done my friend
Thank you Dan.
I know that uncertain feeling... interesting you should experience it when confronted with a gate...... Nicely penned regardless.... N
Thank you Neville. This was just something that came to mind, I know that I will be with My Spirit when I shuffle off this mortal coil.
Yes I know it too - life is full of frustrations and we must learn to wait.
Yes Michael, patience is a virtue.
I too have had curiosity about old gates and am still wondering where some of them lead......... thank you for sharing your experience dear Andy.
Very true Fay. It is good to be curious it leads us into a better life.
There are some things which are closed to us in this earthly existence.
I suspect that, cognisant of this, you walked away. All will be revealed when we pass.
Yes it certainly will d a.
Good Morning Uncle Andy - Angela here (10:30pm in NZ !) We love Les Miss - Spectacular in the Film but more moving on the Stage. When I am Home (Essex) Brian & I often go up to the West End for the Theatre ! Thanks for the Poem - I love Gates and Doors and am always intrigued by whats on the other side. Being a Young Lady its easier for me to trespass ! I have met some interesting People & seen some intersting things. One daywhen I was a Teen in Spain ~ I heard music and wandered through Door marked PRIVATO into a lovely Party with lots of nice food & wine ! They made me welcome and I danced some Flamenco for them for my Supper. Mi Abuela (Granny) scolded me and said *They might have been Hombres Malos (Bad Men) !* but they treated Me like one of the Family !
Blessings & Peace to You & Joyce
Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Please check BRIANS Form Poem - Thanks A !
Thank you Angela. Joyce and I saw Les Mis in London, sitting in front of us were about a dozen Australian men, all well built he man types. At the end of the show they were all wiping there eyes - as were we.
What holds most of us back is:
The desire to know
and/or
The fear of knowing
We need to know but it is the fear of the unknown that stops us, once we know it is called experience and we can move on in life.
A mesmerizing write, Andy! We'll all know the answers in due time I suppose..
Thank you Christina, yes we will all know but I am convinced that I will be with My Spirit.
Andy,
A great poem complemented by a great clip of Les Mis. One of my favorites!
Did I read your comment correctly?
That is a photo you took and printed?
My love to Joyce and to you!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, Les Mis is a wonderful musical.
Yes I took the photograph.
Andy
Awesome photography!😊
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