The Old Kissing Gate

 

 

 

The Old Kissing Gate

I often walk through an old rusty iron gate near my home, and because it is very old and an unusual design, I always wonder about its history....what tales it could tell if it could talk.

Here are my thoughts

October 2022

Its just an old kissing gate with the paint peeling off

Past its best after 100 years or so

No longer shiny with a fresh coat of paint

Just resting now, as the seasons turn a page

Keeping secrets of times long gone

When it was all shiny and new

With a lifetime of stories to tell

Standing proud in the morning dew

Battered by time and now hardly fits

All the paint gone as it squeaks in the wind

With all its early elegance now forgotten

As it creaks and squeaks on its hinge

Stories of children passing through

Swinging on it as they go to school

Laughing and joking as they skip along

Not worrying much as a rule

The sound of those clogs clattering by

As workers wind their way up the hill

Chattering away to all their workmates

Going home after their shift at the mill

Lovers leaning on it long after dark

As they say goodnight with one last kiss

Alone together, holding hands in the moonlight

With that lingering feeling of bliss

So will it get replaced at some future date

With something not so good

Something that doesn't need painting

A new one just made of wood