I stand here with the water at my feet,
Chapped from the wind and naked.
Perched just below the overhang,
My arms reach out over the water.
I grasp, using all my strength
To keep hold of my garments
Being torn away by nature’s
Heavy breath. Though I stand
Steadfast and rigid for God has
Given me strength to endure.
I am the guardian of this river.
I am the sanctuary for weary travelers,
I am history, I have a tale of heroism.
Reach for me when you need rest,
I am solitary, I will give you solitude.
Rest upon my fallen drapes
Bury your thoughts at my feet.
Let me stand tall for you.
Copyright © Christopher Looper | Year Posted 2015
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