Branch Come Home Year August 9-19, 2007 |
Sentry of the Cove
By: Angela T. Dalton Nash
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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.
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