Sentinels
Mountains of stone in the surf and the mist
Away from the shore alone they exist
They stand as sentinels on a lonely beach
Infringing on the sea triumphant they reach
They guard the shore from the storms that wage
Buffering breakers and winds that rage
Foam surges from waves that caress and tease
A vaporous shower in the cool sea breeze
Swells rise and subside with the changing tide
Gulls slowly drift by on the waves they ride
They stand as sentinels on a lonely beach
Patient and enduring of the waves that breach
As they reach
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