L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

Old Sentries Standing Guard

Old sentries standing guard for centuries
Exposed rocky ledges staring outward
Like true natives with rugged determination,
Nature's hieroglyphics in emerald green
Reflect gold splintered sparkling gems
High above savage river's ragged edges,
Far below the sounds of rapids whooshing
Unaware the circling echo of eagle overhead.

written February 13, 2022

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Anselmo Boles February 23, 2022 at 3:51 PM Years back, I flew a few small planes when I was training to get my pilot's license, and parachuted twice, but I'm sure they're not as exhilarating, even dreamlike, as soaring free without engines. Keep loving the Appalachians Milt!...ab L Milton Hankins February 23, 2022 at 5:42 PM I will, indeed, Anselmo. My brother was twin-engine rated, but I did not have the visual acuity for piloting. Thanks so much for the read, the comment, and your thoughts on soaring without engines.

Caren Krutsinger February 23, 2022 at 10:10 AM I have no idea where this cliff is, but I am determined to find it. L Milton Hankins February 23, 2022 at 10:57 AM Oh, trust me. The Appalachians, which are very old mountains, are full of rocky ledges. One so resembles a face on U.S. Rt. 19, it has been named for an old Indian chief. I have observed that it is eroding over the past fifty years or so.

Ilene Bauer February 23, 2022 at 9:16 AM beautifully described, milton! i can picture it perfectly... L Milton Hankins February 23, 2022 at 9:35 AM Thanks so much, Ilene. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.

Marco Chies February 23, 2022 at 4:36 AM I wrote a poem in honor of your poetry. I hope you forgive me and like it. L Milton Hankins February 23, 2022 at 7:57 AM I can't wait to read it, Marco. I'm sure no forgiveness is necessary. It's an honor to be remembered in someone else's poem. Thanks!

Anselmo Boles February 23, 2022 at 12:08 AM Milt, you distinctly expressed your admiration and love for this place. The scene reminded me of the time I visited the Grand Canyon where I saw eagles ride the thermals effortlessly, for eternity. Love this!...ab L Milton Hankins February 23, 2022 at 8:00 AM Thanks, Anselmo. Yes, I have watched the eagles soar over the mountains on many occasions. Don't you wish we could do that??? I can't imagine the thrill!

Marco Chies February 22, 2022 at 6:58 PM A strong image, Milton, that puts you in the canyon, the eagle's touch was genius. L Milton Hankins February 22, 2022 at 7:35 PM Thanks so much, Marco. Yes. I love the New River Gorge. I was born not far from the canyon.