That Watchman's Pasture
©Jsar05/2022
A tall strong figure stands.
A dark imposing man.
He is strong as steel.
This version may be not quite fifty yet,
But he is simply a stand in for many more.
Sentinels who have held onto this precious spot;
Duty passed down since man first walked this juncture.
Nestled between the intercourse of ancient bloods.
Two old sisters finally meeting after leagues apart,
To embrace one another under his watch.
A young man in decades
But ancient is his spirit.
Brothers younger and older–
We worship at his feet.
As smaller men gather at his heels
Fires light in offering to this ancient warrior.
He may stand alone at his station
But he stands for thousands of us.
An ever vigilant warden ...
The Keeper of the Plains
What a gallant land we call home.
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