One of a pair of rusty hinges on an old five-bar gate. Over time the stresses had proved to be too much. The lower hinge had almost failed and most of the load was now being taken by this one. What power does this metaphor have for you and why?
I oped each gate…
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I oped each gate with idle swing
& stood to listen ploughmen sing
While cracking whip & jingling gears
Recalld the toils of boyish years
When like to them ...
18 hours ago
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