Poetry Pleases: Changing Hands
Randal Looney reveals the poetry in simple things, such as a chain and a gate latch.
My farm had a fence
the fence had two gates
one used often
the other seldom
a latch held closed the most-used gate
a chain the other
the latch was oiled and maintained
the chain was left to the elements
exposed to hot and cold
wind, sun, rain, sleet, and snow
the chain grew rusty
the gate blew open
a broken link was the cause
a bright new chain replaced it
unprotected, it assumed this new role
unaware of the fate that lies ahead
envious of the latch
which is never replaced
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