It stood at the end of the garden
Between two walls of brick
Amid the lovely marigolds
And daisies I longed to pick
I yearned to go beyond it
Without my walking stick
But I shall never pass that way
Bonds of age are way too thick
Hi there M.. err.. Lady S!
Yes, I’m a Lady now. Pretty good disguise don’t you think?
Thanks for taking your time to write the comments.
(I’m going to check back and see if you missed any.)
I missed a few comments but liked them all!! Truly liked them too!
There are so many ways to read this! Lovely metaphor my friend…with just a touch of wistful reflection. At least that’s how I read it…
I am trying to get the Followers into the sidebar. A few of them appeared there but the Good Ones (like U) didn’t. lol
As if it matters — but I see it there on other blogs and want it to show. grrrr
WordPress has never been my friend.
Thank you. I have a lot of fun with the image programs.
So glad you stopped by. lol
That’s lovely x
I really liked the picture. It just seemed to be a lovely place, but yet the gate was there to open if wanted. I’m a bit timid at exploring the unknown.
Glad for the friends here to encourage me.
wow. this was nice:) rhyming poetry..the last line is it..lovely
I hobble around and stay pretty close to home.
I am trying to open the gate to new writing possibilities instead of my same rutty style. But I guess I stay close to my comfort zone.
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