Ramparts Abb
My home is on the farthest ramparts
And in the darkest of canyons deep
Where scanning vultures circle my keep.
My home is in the hottest jungles
And the sandy desert wastes so dry.
Where scanning buzzards circle and cry.
My home is in the frigid mountains
And huddled on shores rocky and damp
Where scanning ravens circle my camp.
I am on the prowl both day and night
Call me commando, seal, or ranger
Others thrive because I face danger.
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2019
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