Deep in the valley misty pastures
thrive on the swirling tide.
A young pioneer labours tough, ranchos.
The new gate swung wide.
Spatially isolate, feeling alone,
ground broken, preoccupied,
cognitive content from distant lands blown.
The new gate swung wide.
To rouse wanted help in came the mate.
Vivid fertility implied.
Pleased, fun was in the other gestate.
The new gate swung wide.
At first harmony. Wheels turned eagerly,
meshed by fortune’s dreams.
A wearisome routine chews bitterly.
The old gate swung wide
Love forsaken. Into the night she strode
broken dreams packed tight.
With nothing but thoughts of the long main road.
The old gate swung wide.
You are welcome to return Mc Calley.
All is forgiven. I confide.
Your life’s awaiting you in the valley
The old gate swung wide.
This poem appears in Red Room Poetry the Disappearing. https://redroomcompany.org/poems/?project=disappearing
Inshore Cassandra 
Beautiful 😊
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Why, thank you. It is very touching to be noticed. WordPress has opened the world to me. I enjoy reading the work of people all over.
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It is indeed, beautiful and deep. So do I😊🌺
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This is such a wonderful piece. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thank you. I am glad you liked it. I felt there must be a story a out the gate. In fact it would be good to know why it sas left to rot.
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