Sentries, a triad,
stock-still,
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,
as the guardians at the Tomb
of the Unknowns,
watching over the yard, the
house, the birds,
the squirrels under their
canopy.
The days passing by
guardians of the fenced-in,
enclosed space
behind the house,
watching over the yard.
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edited
April 23, 2015
Sentinels
– v3
(editing
original)
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,
January
23, 2009
“Sentinels”
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