The Village Gate, A Steady Friend

Life in rural England

The gate stands by a field that leads down the slope to a river.

The gate opens with a creak, its wood rough after years of use.

From the gate, one can see the water, smooth, almost silent,

A steady stream that is always there,

A faithful friend, like the creaking gate.

Reviews

[Bare Trees]

I'm reminded of the song River Man by Nick Drake. A friendly place that is always there.