The Sentinel
A lonely sentinel stood watch beside the welcoming abode,
For almost every hour since the last time that it snowed.
He’s been here in the darkness, and withstood the glaring sun,
It takes more than some cold to keep his work from getting done.
He’ll be here for as long as Winter makes a threat,
His confidence is total, he’s not been defeated yet.
With cool aplomb he smiles but he’s forgotten just one thing,
He’ll lose this pose and doff his clothes, and run away in Spring.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . January 1, 2005 |
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