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A rusted old gate

Stood stately guarding nothing

Only an open field of butter cups and daises

And memories stretched out behind

And around it grew the ivy vine.


No fence remained to help the gate

Keep the memories in

And loneliness out

But still it stood its sentry’s post

Though reasons for that had long been lost

Still it stood like an iron ghost


I could have walked around the gate

No fence impeded

But instead I open slowly

Its creaking hinges

So one more time

It could feel needed.


© 2012, Dan Sanders. All rights reserved.

Dan Sanders (34 Posts)

I made it through college, started at Pace in New York, family seemed to think I needed a business degree. I didn't last long, two double periods of accounting a week and I was off to N.Y. U. To make a long story short ( too late for that) I graduated from UCLA and actually, my biggest kick out of that is just saying, especially here on the east coast UCLA, but I could care less, been in Boston since 1975, though I was coming for a year or so. A very good friend at the time, she said to me "Dan you'll never leave Boston" so dear Florida “Sun Spot Baby" you're down there, been in and out of radio, TV, acting and that's me in a nut shell.


  1. Love the metaphor here. Lovely photo to go with lovely words. :)

  2. Dan Sanders (Author)


    Thank you for the kind words and for reading between the lines.

  3. Anya

    I enjoyed this. That gate can symbolize so many things, and the sentiment of making the gate feel needed is, I think, an act of grace.

  4. Dan Sanders (Author)

    Anya, you read me well, and humble me with your words
    And I see you are still reading, that makes me very happy.

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