Wrought Iron Gates

December 17, 2010
As I walk through The Gates
I see the tress, the street.
The students milling.
Activity all around.
I walk farther, and out comes the sun.
There is brick all around.
I turn left and there it is
The Low. And that is when I know
That I am Home.

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