The Sentinel
It stood,
as duty
demanded.
The timeline
stretched
back
back backto verdant,
to other
times.
It stood,
as mute
witness
to devastation.
Time changed,
and millennia
became centuries
became decades
became years.
The sentinel
witnessed
those fleeting
those tragic
those final
moments,
until it fell,
and
the
timeline
ceased.
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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