Story of an entry

A man,
good with his hands
lived at the bottom
of a dale.
Made a door and
a frame.
A beautiful entrance
made
of mahogany.
He carried his
masterpiece up
to the top of the dale
fastened it to the frame.
Opened the door
and walked out
of his life.
The door stood
on the top
of the vale
in case he came back.
The door blew down
in a storm.
In the blue hours
of the day,
a man was seen
looking for his entrance.
This was spooky
no one goes up there anymore.