1946 Zelda and Margaret
The Gate
The gate mutters on its rusty hinge
As he stands upon it
Swinging to and fro.
His face a solemn patch of shadow
In the brightness of the noon day.
But he is far away,
Riding upon a mighty ship.
He is captain.
And his keen eye is searching the horizon
For a pirate ship
Or uncharted island.
Oh, what fun to be a boy,
And able to cross the seven seas,
And ride with Jesse James,
And fly a rocket to the moon,
While swinging on a rusty gate
But the years will pass,
And manhood, with its cares,
Will find him too soon.
Then I shall lose him
But I know
That always there, in my memory,
Will be the little boy with freckles,
Who will return to me
Whenever I hear the mutter of a rusty gate
Upon a rusty hinge.
The Writings of Zelda Lorraine Brown Kline
Edited by Owen A. Kline and Michael E. Kline. Assistant Photo Editor David O. Kline
Copyright @1999 The Kline Family Organization, Inc.
First published in the United States of America by The Kline Family Organization, Inc. 4381 West 5375 South Kearns, Utah 84118
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