<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Manse Gate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At a wave of his hand, with his eye on the traffic, <br>Underneath his yellow helmet head, <br>the bulldozer, lifting its beak<br>Came down upon the old Manse gate, <br>And in a second, with its pillars<br>And walls, were rubble for the road, <br>foundation.<br>Contributing to its raiso d'etre, passe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you leave Marlay Park, on the Grange Road side, <br>the exit gate, facing what was a Manse, <br>you could have seen it, <br>a status of Gentry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those walls kept in an ethos, <br>those gate let in a class, <br>of carriages and conversation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a long, winding, Elms driveway, <br>the Manse well gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the gates too, <br>at the dropp of a hand, the wave, <br>of a young man, helmetted in yellow, <br>And a cigarette swinging in the spare hand, <br>as the clear road allows the beak of progress<br>move away a century of style.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he looks to wave me on, <br>And holding in his hand, pulling on the <br>smoke, <br>nods the beak towards the wall, <br>the highways now ready for foundation.<br>History is history at a glance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bernard+Kennedy">Bernard Kennedy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350889" data-title="The Manse Gate de Bernard Kennedy" data-description="At a wave of his hand, with his eye on the traffic, Underneath his yellow helmet head, the bulldozer, lifting its beak Came down upon the old Manse gate, And in a second, with its pillars And walls, were rubble for the road, foundation. Contri..."></div> </div> </div>

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