The Watchman Has Fallen Asleep – Poem by Harold Strauss

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.