Sentries Poem by Ron Pate

  The aroma fills the air on hot summer months as I peer out onto the world from a post and seeing nothing but, two sentries staring back at me. Standing 15 foot tall, ensuring me, no foe will breach my security.
   Alone you watch as the sultry days of fall trickle away and turn to bitter cold.  Your actions of few, free my thoughts of fear and anxiety, bringing a simple peace within me.  Watching and guarding me, as I linger through the unforgiving dark nights.
   Inspiration derived from two sentries, and in silence you will stand appreciated by few.