This lovely poem comes from reader Nina Soltwedel. She introduced it to us this way:
April being Poetry Month, I offer this simple poem. It came to me as we drove our RV through the desert Southwest where there was little at which to gaze except cacti and the occasional train. As I viewed the warning light poles along the tracks, the poem took form:
The Silent Sentinels
In the vastness of the landscape’s might,
They faithfully stand erect, upright,
Waiting to work, to warn, advise.
Their lights proclaim, “Open your eyes!”
One on the left, one on the right,
Keeping watch both day and night.
They have no voice; they make no sound;
No movement made when tied to ground.
No horns to sound, no gates to lower.
The monster passes. Their work is o’er
‘Til, in the distance, another’s in sight.
They patiently wait to speak with light.
©2019 Nina Soltwedel
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