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Lone Sentinel
In this arid place
Pondering our history
Lone sentinel
Take your rightful place
In heart of mystery
This tree of life
Grows in dusty climes
Roots seek nourishment
Not forest lush
No such sacred climes
Give encouragement
We stand alone
As the years stretch by
All our hopes contained
We stand alone
As the secrets fly
Till there’s none remained
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Perfectly penned, as always!!! ❤ Sending love and hugs your way!!!
Thanks Skye, and right back at you! 🙂 xxxx
Shades of a Keatsian desert derelict. Nice work Helen.
Thanks so much Mike! 🙂