Sentries, a triad, stock-still, frozen
standing at attention, ramrod straight
watching over the yard, guarding our back
watching me, as I check their presence
out the window, air seeping in
If I look carefully, I can see them,
locking their heels, rising straighter still
watching over the yard, the house, the birds,
squirrels under their canopy,
the days passing by
Guardians of the fenced-in,
enclosed space,
the yard frozen in white
their area to patrol,
this place behind the house.
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Edited September 10, 2012
“Sentinels – v2”
written after Poets’ Corner
monthly poetry reading,
and poem read by Chip Bergeron,
who described fir trees as sentinels.
& original poem,
“Sentinels” written
January 23, 2009
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentinels_23.html
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