Below is the poem entitled Obelisk which was written by poet
Stinson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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On my journey through the sands of time
I find an artifact made from the stone of lime.
Hidden by the storms for all these years,
The sight of it brings me close to tears.
This is the obelisk for which I have sought;
A piece of history that all had forgot.
We all may die, but we must remember:
Life, it is short, but legacy is forever.