Analysis of Beyond the White Gate
Adam Gutteridge 1981 (Romford)
In the West Country deep, down a quiet narrow lane
A haggard white gate stood in shame
For its task was to guard a disgraceful event
That was due to take place on that day
Beyond the white gate was a brown muddy track
That led to an old dairy farm
There were cowsheds, a farmhouse, a caravan too
Overlooked by a large wooden barn
Set to one side, was a rusty old hut
That had crudely been fashioned together
Inside lay a dog, with a chain round his neck
By which he was shackled and tethered
Ben was his name, a beautiful boy
But the light of his soul had been dimmed
His skin rife with mange and blood in his ears
His living conditions were grim
Ben was brought in to herd on the farm
An art that he struggled to learn
Through bombardments of beatings, the bellowed instructions
Proved too much for him to discern
Unable to meet the farmer’s demands
Ben’s life was deemed without worth
Assuming that solely to work on that farm
Was why he was put on this earth!
So there he was chained, by day and by night
The subject of cruel persecution
But it wouldn’t end there, for this was the day
That was marked for his execution!
Branded ‘no-good!’ ‘A waste of resources!’
He was to be shot on that day
But the farmer remembered that guests were en route
So his murderous plans were delayed
A family had booked the old caravan
For a two-week vacation together
And when they met Ben, he soon found his place
In each of their hearts forever
The couple had children, a girl and a boy
They visited Ben every day
Feeding him treats and smoothing his fur
They just couldn’t stay away!
One time, having asked for the farmer’s permission
The family took Ben to the beach
It was only about a mile away
But had always been out of his reach
Oh, how he bounded and galloped with glee
Upon the sands of Widemouth Bay
As heaven stopped, and smiled down from above
To witness his greatest day!
Soon came the day for the family to leave
And Ben was once more confined
But not in that hut, but the back of their car
For they’d never have left him behind
Through patience and kindness, he slowly recovered
From previous damage inflicted
He’d finally found the life he deserved
His spirit no longer constricted
Nourished with love, Ben became strong
A colossus, a king of his kind
He lived a long life, in glorious light
Past shadows left firmly behind
Through decades that followed, his spirit endured
He surely could not be forgotten
And one of the ripples his impact had birthed
Reached another whose life had been rotten
In need of a home, some thirty years later
Bernie had suffered like Ben
Tied up and tormented for most of his life
Does the cruelty of man have no end!!!?
The boy from the family, all grown up by now
Was inspired by Ben’s memory
He adopted poor Bernie, so damaged and scared
That boy—may I add—was me!
Bernie’s full tale is yet to be told
As he starts his next chapter anew
But for Ben, I’ll continue to carry you close
My dear boy, I wrote this for you
Scheme | XXAB XCDX XEXF GXXX CHXH XICI JKBK XBXX XEXE GBEB KLBL MBXB XNXN FXXX XNJN XKAK EXXX XMXM XDXD |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (63%) |
Metre | 0011011010101 01011101 111111001001 111111111 01011101101 11111101 101010101 10101101 1111101011 1110110010 01101101111 111110010 111101001 101111111 1111101011 11001001 111011101 11111011 1010110010010 11111101 0101101001 1111011 010110011111 11111111 1111111011 001110010 1111111101 11111010 1011011100 11111111 101001011011 111001001 0100110110 1011010010 0111111111 01111010 01011001001 110011001 101101011 111101 111011010010 010011101 1110010101 11111111 1111001011 0101111 1101011101 1101101 11011010011 0111101 11011101111 111011101 110010110010 110010010 1100101101 110110010 10111011 001001111 1101101001 1111001 10111011001 110111010 01101010111 1010111110 01101110110 1011011 1101011111 101011111 011010011111 101011100 101011011001 1111111 11111111 111111001 111101011011 11111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 3,017 |
Words | 598 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 76 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 123 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
About this poem
This poem tracks a true story about my childhood dog, Ben. It centres around a farm we stayed at whilst on holiday in 1988 when I was around seven years old. The farmer explained to my father that Ben was no use to him and thus planned to shoot him on the day we arrived. He opted to postpone this as we must have got there a little early. The kindness and decency my mother and father showed by rescuing Ben had a huge impact on the way I live my life. I feel immensely proud of them both. more »
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