Ghostly Sentinels
I sat upon a weathered rock
And looked across the fells,
Emerging from the morning cloud
Like ghostly sentinels.
The rising sun revealing all
In perfect clarity,
A wonderland of serried peaks
Appeared in front of me.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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