The Watchman Has Fallen Asleep – Poem by Harold Strauss

Carl Spitzweg – The Night Watchman has Fallen Asleep

Poetry by Harold Strauss

The gates were guarded by a drooping man
With a tired face and a halberd in hand
Whose silhouette seemed through the fog
A grain-filled sack settling into nature’s laws.

His watchful gaze fell to his feet
And from my study I could see
That the watchman had finally fallen asleep.

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