Stone sundial, an age old keeper of time, <br />You stand forlorn. <br />Motionless, soundless, waiting for rime, <br />Lichened and worn. <br /> <br />Rain and snow beat down with force, <br />You remain aloof. <br />Never altering your stance, or course, <br />You are weatherproof. <br /> <br />So elegant, composed, calm and serene, <br />A restful form. <br />In sandy colours, camouflaged in green, <br />You endure the storm. <br /> <br />Gracing the garden, you're a joy to view, <br />An ancient clock, <br />Ticking silently away, the whole day through, <br />Carved style, baroque. <br /> <br />In your own stately way, you make me smile, <br />You rank supreme. <br />Your excellent etched face, a fine carved dial, <br />For each sunbeam. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gracing-the-garden/
