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SENTRY


This rock has lain for centuries,
And hugs its mother, Earth,
Listening for the footsteps
Of those who tread its turf.

It has witnessed countless battles,
Many won and many lost;
I wonder if it measures
The grieving and the cost.

The bones that lie beneath it
Are a testament to man,
And his recurrent struggle
That long ago began.

This rock has never ventured,
It must be moved by force;
Perhaps this too is wisdom
From yet another source.


-- Paula C., Adult