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Teen
Mag
Ancient Tower
Rolling, turning, churning
Waves come in from beyond sight
Up to the old watchtower point
Relic of a bellicose past,
Sentinel holding watch
For a now forgotten foe.
Ancient remnant
Over-grown with grass
Home now to many wild flowers
Long gone are the guards who stood
Searching the horizon for an enemy flag.
In the stead of men stands the daffodil
Pretty yellow bloom
Sentinel of spring
Watching for the sail of the summer sun
At the sound of the alarm
Thousands bloom round the tower
Ready for the spring queen‚s court
Fairies take out their wands
Working magic on stones
Jagged rocks painted in a hue of vibrant yellow
Like the wave, they come in from beyond sight
Crashing, trashing, splashing
- Ronnie Lamkin
- Italy
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