The Sentinels
New and pinkly lean they stand
Wood like sentinels, puncturing jaded sky
A mockery of the trunk, craggy bark
Green coated and split within
Grass bright studded with daffodils
Covering a floor, so out of place
Against a back drop of snow drenched hills
Posted: Tuesday, January 7th, 2014 @ 6:03 pm
Categories: Poems, The Sight.
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