Verbal Visions

The Watchtower

The Watchtower

For years I've stood on this precipice
huddled against the wind
and fighting the cold and ice
that threaten
to destroy me.

But I am slowly crumbling
under the weight
of nature's blistering attack.

Once I stood proud and tall
watching over the valley
helping man keep it safe.

Now, I am alone.

But just as I'd forgotten
their touch, they return
to see my beauty
And they marvel
at my strength.

Though I am old
and weathered
I am comfort and light,
I am a beacon of solace
in the night.

No longer alone,
I am renewed
Once again I will
protect them

I am reborn at last.