Sentinels by Raymond A. Foss
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 watching over the yard, the house, the birds, squirrels under their canopy, the days passing by guardians of the fenced-in, enclosed space behind the house.
January 23, 2009
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