POEM 19

The beach where they stand is not holy ground but it’s close enough.

Orange sand matches these great rock gods by the sea.

Water is  powerful yet it has not worn them down in a million years

They control the clouds twirling over their heads.

They are shrouded in a spritzing mist. It obscures them sometimes.

Great and granite boulders jutting from the shallow edge of the sea.

They sing softly like whales or did I imagine that they do?

Miles wide and God only knows how deep they sink into the sea floor.

I think brave boys used to dive from the ones farther off the shore.

They are Guardians and protectors with their striated sides marking their time

on earth, showing their age. Ancient and true does not tell the compete story.

They hold secrets and stories from eons ago.