Grey Sentinels
All embracing swirling cloud
Below a leaden sky.
A fleeting glimpse of hidden fells,
Shadows, reaching high.
Towering grey sentinels,
Guardians of the land.
In the cloud, and glowering gloom
Unerringly they stand.
Oh but when revealed to us
Beneath a cobalt sky,
Ne'er has such beauty fell
Before a mortal eye.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2016
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