Submitted by Alicia Grimshaw
Upright they stand
(weathered and disregarded)
thinking themselves powerful.
Vulnerable to elements and eyes
yet never losing their dignity.
It is clarity of purpose that
leaves them self assured
while the landscape
is transformed around them.
They will forever remain
side by side, dependable
a community of stone.
(weathered and disregarded)
thinking themselves powerful.
Vulnerable to elements and eyes
yet never losing their dignity.
It is clarity of purpose that
leaves them self assured
while the landscape
is transformed around them.
They will forever remain
side by side, dependable
a community of stone.
Photo Credit: Bo Barlett – Inheritance
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As an elder myself, i enjoyed this poem. I wish I could stand upright! Yes, I am weathered, but no longer powerful except for my words. This could be describing two old oak trees, but I immediately thought of Stonehenge.
Walt, I find it interesting that my poem brought to mind Stonehenge. I was visiting a similar site when I wrote this. Your words are still powerful. Thanks for the positive response.
Such a strong sense of integrity and discipline this poem brings the same character which is seen in the eyes of the old.