The lowering sun dipped and bade a sad farewell,

Dragged golden rays into mournful slumber,

Reluctantly it slid behind a band of grey,

That sat atop the winter horizon.

Translucent view through crystal eyes believed,

The whipping wind enticed a flow of tears,

Rather than happy recollections of long lost years.

A view once shared and stories told,

Now isolation presses down upon a soul,

Recalling warmth and smiles and laughter,

As memories pour down from wide open skies,

Memories at the five bar gate.

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* The Five Bar Gate Series *