Their Gate


Grandpa never made a gate that wasn’t painted.

Red or white, brown or that awful blue he loved.

If it had a cross bar, a horseshoe crowned it.

Latches were never the same twice, hand made.


Grandma loved her gates, hated climbing fences.

She thought they all should be closed and straight.

Gates to the garage, the garden and to the lawn.

She planted flowers and stones to frame them.


I don’t remember seeing them hug or kiss much.

Theirs wasn’t the era and they were too private.

I do know there was love though, deep and true.

Because it shone through when I saw their gates.


He held it open, she glided through like a dancer.

He checked the latch was closed, and clicked,

and she smiled at the sound knowing he cared.

They leaned over them sometimes and talked.


I can’t see a painted gate, or an old metal frame,

without thinking of them and their gates.

The gates that frame my memories of them,

frame the memories of their live and their love.


I don’t know if it is a farmer thing but even my husband adores gates and loves to have them painted and latched in unique ways.  I think gates are a part of our love too…we spend a lot of time leaning over, opening or closing gates.  

For the With Real Toads Sunday Challenge.


  1. jeglatter said,

    March 4, 2012 at 3:32 pm

    I have never thought of gates. This is my first thought of gates and what a beautiful picture you have painted–gates as love. Love it!

    • shanyns said,

      March 4, 2012 at 8:12 pm

      Thank you so much…great that you shared that and so glad you came by.

  2. March 4, 2012 at 4:58 pm

    How wonderful that this image brought such a unique perspective to your readers.
    I think a farmer fully values the practicality of his gates, and the merits of keeping them well cared for.

    • shanyns said,

      March 4, 2012 at 8:13 pm

      Kerry you are so right, farmers and gates have special relationships! 🙂 Thanks for coming by.

  3. March 4, 2012 at 5:16 pm

    A beautiful take on this photo. As I read it, I could picture gates with flowers planted beside them, gates with arches and climbing roses, tall strong gates and small pretty gates, and love on both sides.

    • shanyns said,

      March 4, 2012 at 8:13 pm

      Kay – that’s it exactly! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and sharing some love.

  4. Heaven said,

    March 4, 2012 at 9:19 pm

    This is wonderful painting of love and memories on those gates ~

    Thanks for sharing them ~

    • shanyns said,

      March 4, 2012 at 11:36 pm

      So glad you enjoyed the poem, and thank you for coming by.

  5. butterflybiblestudies said,

    March 4, 2012 at 9:42 pm

    So very sweet! Pam Mosher

  6. March 4, 2012 at 10:27 pm

    I really like the way their love shows through and is illustrated in terms of the gates…a very sweet relationship.

  7. Mama Zen said,

    March 5, 2012 at 1:01 am

    This is gorgeously romantic!

  8. Kenia Cris said,

    March 5, 2012 at 1:11 am

    This is so beautiful, I’m so honored the photo brought such beautiful memories to your mind. 🙂

    Thanks for participating in the challenge. ❤

    • shanyns said,

      March 5, 2012 at 1:27 am

      Kenia – you are welcome, thank YOU for sharing your photos for the challenge. It was a really wonderful set of images you shared.

  9. Margaret said,

    March 5, 2012 at 1:16 am

    That fourth stanza is beautiful, sweet, and makes me smile.

    • shanyns said,

      March 5, 2012 at 1:27 am

      Margaret – thank you! And thanks for stopping by!

  10. Herotomost said,

    March 5, 2012 at 5:18 am

    Damn…I love the nostalgic feel to this one. there is something about a gate, especially when you live on a ranch or far. Getting out of the truck to open one just seems natural….the ultimate in being of use. Loved this.

    • shanyns said,

      March 5, 2012 at 3:26 pm

      🙂 Thank you so much! What a thoughtful comment, and I so appreciate you stopping by.

  11. brian miller said,

    March 6, 2012 at 4:00 pm

    smiles…lots of memories wrapped up in that gate…have lots of fond ones as well of my grandparents…lost 3 of mine by the time i was 10…have one that is holding on now…recovering from a broken leg…lots of memories though of sundays around their house…

    • shanyns said,

      March 6, 2012 at 4:26 pm

      Those memories are so precious aren’t they? So glad you had a smile from this…I have no grandparents left, and I miss them! So glad you stopped by.

  12. November 6, 2016 at 3:34 pm

    frame the memories of their live and their love…… I love this poem

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