by Jem Croucher
Framed by aging iron posts
the ancient steps behind
the padlocked gate lead nowhere
(least no place I could find)

Mysterious the setting
with the undergrowth and tree
left me puzzled and a-wondering
at what it all could mean

For the craftsmanship precision
was indicative for sure
the steps once led to somewhere
so I just craved for more

Sadly though the mystery
remained unanswered there that day
so I left behind the puzzlegate
as I continued on my way


Photo - mystery gate to nowhere - Anchor Lane, Barcombe Mills, East Sussex - Jempics [the only clue is evidence of a walled garden some distance to the north of the gate, suggesting the path behind has long-since become overgrown]


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