Saturday, May 16, 2009

Out in the sea, an old fort stands,

Stories hidden, in those ruins and these sands,

Of wars waged in another age,

Some for love and maybe some in rage,

The tide now flows mellow, contrary to what it’s seen,

Violence and bloodshed and sacrifice that might have been,

Standing barefoot in my shorts, I can only wonder,

Of the grandeur of the days of yonder,

At the setting of the sun I pay a silent tribute,

Mere mortal that I am, my insignificant gesture done, with small shuffling steps, away I scoot…

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