Branch Come Home Year

August 9-19, 2007

Sentry of the Cove

 

By: Angela T. Dalton  Nash 

 

As I ramble through my daily toil

I often stop to gaze

In wonder at that massive rock

As it stands there in the haze

A symbol to the days gone by

A silent sentry to this shore

It has felt the regard of many eyes

And will welcome many more

It has known the caress of silver fish

the brush of the summer breeze

It has glowed in the golden sunrise

felt the gentle wash of the morning seas

It has stood steadfast in driving storms

witnessed the sting of winters wind

yet, stands aloof to the raging fury

Its granite dimension, lingers undimmed

I always wonder at what it’s seen

it’s stories if it could talk

it has beheld so many secrets

That huge dark hulking rock.