Armed by pepper tree branches
Shielded by boulders and stones
Shaded by blanketing leaves
Bluebird sentries warn of foe
The flanks protected by treacherous climbs
Runic stone markings protect them with rhymes
Hawks patrol and kee an alarm
Their watchful eyes keep them from harm
Below their feet—soil and peat— softens a fall
Cool breezes sift their way through
As they read a book—play a game—search for dinosaur prints—throw a ball
This is what I built it to do
JArtB
PaPa
SUNDAY, 05 DECEMBER 2021