Straight and tall, poised and
polished,
Bathed with the purity of white
The silent sentinels stand guard
Along the quiet streets and lanes;
A symbol of serenity,
Of a haven housing peace and love;
Standing duty round the clock,
They drop their guard to welcome home
The weary work-worn wayward souls
Who toil to keep them in repair.
Their gates swing open, beckoning,
Inviting in with loving care.
Not a barrier at all
Are these brave soldiers of the lane;
Their presence not intended to
Lock out a single sound or soul.
Instead they bid a welcoming
And offer sanctuary
When panic rushes from all sides
And madness takes its toll.
Picket fences... purest white...
Vigilant both day and night.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
Bathed with the purity of white
The silent sentinels stand guard
Along the quiet streets and lanes;
A symbol of serenity,
Of a haven housing peace and love;
Standing duty round the clock,
They drop their guard to welcome home
The weary work-worn wayward souls
Who toil to keep them in repair.
Their gates swing open, beckoning,
Inviting in with loving care.
Not a barrier at all
Are these brave soldiers of the lane;
Their presence not intended to
Lock out a single sound or soul.
Instead they bid a welcoming
And offer sanctuary
When panic rushes from all sides
And madness takes its toll.
Picket fences... purest white...
Vigilant both day and night.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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