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Not alone now, the sentry stands his post.
Proud and yet sad, the sentry continues on.
Arms reaching the ground and then back up again
The sentry stands against the wind.
Richly covered with Spanish moss, the sentry is camouflaged
Standing his post and staying the line.
This sentry has been tested by time.
The first watch was a lonely time
He stood through rain and the humid heat of summer on his own.
No one around - there was no one anywhere.
He stood watch at his post guarding this place for time
This place he guarded was new to all
And that which would happen was yet to come.
The second watch saw many newcomers
Friends were made, the watch shared.
Yet, upon his limbs did fall the burden of time to come
While others watched he would wait, patient, and always ready
Time marched on, and the sentry stayed his post.
The third watch saw a
A nation did rise up from the very lands he did guard.
He wavered not
The newcomers now formed a company.
All gathered round the old sentry
The nation did grow
The land was claimed, old friends lost
And few replacements sent.
Yet, the sentry did not leave his post.
His pride did grow in the few who remained
They were his children or soldiers-whatever-they were the same.
On the fourth watch, there
was a great sadness all around.
That nation which did grow from his watch was in turmoil
One life against another, a father against his brother.
This watch was lonely.
There was little to guard, less to watch.
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His numbers dwindled, till
again he stood his post alone.
His limbs tried and knotted with muscle.
Covered from chest to foot, he stood out but was hidden from all.
His post was laid waste, fires burned out of control.
Yet, he stood his ground and had his feet burned
And on he stood...now all alone...again.
Growing as he did through
time, the nation did heal its wounds.
A new growth did emerge.
Slowly replacements did arrive.
The post grew crowded again.
His company was back in place.
Time, all in time, it will
happen.
This he did tell his troops.
Stand fast, never break, yet be afraid not to bend in the wind.
Go with the changes that time brings.
Let each knot be a wrinkle in time.
Stand your post, never give in.
Time passed, and the old
sentry stayed at his post.
The replacements heard his words
And stood the ground not giving an inch.
It was a blessing for the sentry who stood the test of time.
Today, he stands his watch still
Looking out on all that he can see
Being proud to have stood fast for all time.
He has seen a birth and then a resurrection.
His troops have come, then gone, and now they are back again.
His company stands their watch with pride
Guarding the old sentry with all the heart and muscle they have.
They now stand the test of time to guard the old sentry.
The one that was here on the first watch and stands his post still.
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