They are here <br />Sentinels <br />Still and straight as Celtic crosses <br />Plaid and inlay <br />Woven with visions within their tresses <br />Carved from the bleached carcass of driftwood tortured in the surf <br /> <br />Then gone-but not quite <br />Held as an echo in the moan in the wind <br />the trembling light on the headland <br />the lyric of the gull <br />the light in your eyes.......<br /><br />Anthony Dalby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sentinels/
