The Sentinel
The Sentinel
At the corner you pause, your eyes concerned
as you make up your own permissions.
The Big Wheel slowly, surely turns.
The child is gone with new ambitions.
Sprinting to honor my unending pledge
I dash through the neighbor’s yard,
crash low within the boxwood hedge -
eating dirt, I stand your guard.
You pedal distracted past the sentinel’s bed
dreaming of days you will roam.
Your purposed gaze on the road ahead,
at the sign you turn toward home.
My pounding heart shreds fear and pride.
I roll from my blind and rise to the race.
You find me waiting when you finish your ride.
I never once left my place.
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Oh I love this! I can literally see this scene unfolding in my mind. And this line:
"The Big Wheel slowly, surely turns.
The child is gone with new ambitions"
Excellent life description, Jon!
Thank you!
Lovely, Jon. Just lovely.
Thank you @authorofthings! I couldn't decide if this describes a parent, or a dog. I decided it might be both!
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