Hi everyone,
We have a concrete figure in our back yard; had it for decades. Time has taken its tole. We are growing old together. Sometimes in winter I look out the window at our small sentinel, and think my own thoughts.
Guard Duty
Concrete sentinel in my yard,
standing mute, no clothes,
toes buried in whirling snows,
year by year you stand guard
no matter wind that howls and blows,
or ice freezing down your nose.
I wonder if, in times so hard,
you are aware, or do you doze,
dream of hot sun on your toes?
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