Openings 51 ~ A gate

A resting gate, no longer working, but fascinating just the same. Part of a matching pair, the spoked wheel is an integral part of the gate. It was the first time I came across gates like that.

I wonder what stories it could tell of…

  • The old man who rested on it while checking and counting the sheep.
  • The young girls swinging while singing rhyming songs.
  • The lads testing their climbing and jumping skills.
  • The old woman rubbing her hand upon the spokes remembering that first kiss. The kiss that lasted fifty years, but now was no more.

8 thoughts on “Openings 51 ~ A gate

  1. Grannymar Post author

    Nick – I forgot the devoted glances and maybe the odd glimpses of a well turned ankle! Oh the stories!

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  2. Dianne

    What a pretty garden gate. Nick got me thinking about the old ditty:

    ‘Never kiss by the garden gate.
    Love may be blind, but the neighbors ain’t.

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  3. Rummuser

    Morbid as it may seem, it would appear to me that it is decrepit. If that is so, the thought that comes to my mind is that a gate could not keep the people who were opening and closing it!

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  4. Grannymar Post author

    Ramana – The gates are no longer used and stand open as a hat tip to the past. They are well off the beaten track.

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