Do Not Enter

This old door stood silently, clasped shut by little lock and padlocked hasp.   Segmented, cracking paint marked the age of a shed seemingly abandoned, but inaccessible to all but the most determined. 

Two metal guardians, one heavy and rugged, the other:
delicate and slender.  Together they act as protectors:
the doorframe is vulnerable, but the lock is secure.

A poem for Grandpa on his 80th birthday:

Humbled lock hangs from its hasp
Rigid body, fit to grasp
Below, a hook fits in a clasp
Relieved, the door lets out a gasp.   




            © Philip Brubaker                       back to black and white                           next