It is so dark, so cold, so still, <br />I walk along, all else is still <br />I come here often, never in the day <br />to watch and keep <br />the people safe <br />I carry at my side some steel, <br />I use it as I creep along <br />Ever silent, never wrong <br />I light my way, of what I see <br />with my friend of steel, my friend and me. <br />I look upon, the sleeping forms, <br />I see some faces, I count their mourns. <br />They are but children, mostly small, <br />but adults and the world have taught them, <br />all wrong or nothing at all. <br />They look so innocent, so young and weak, <br />I do not stare, I only peak. <br />I see them safely thru each night, <br />speak no words, but pray for right <br />I stay all night, til morning comes <br />I place my beam, my work is done <br />The sun is rising, I go home to rest, <br />Sleep comes fast, but not the best. <br />I sometimes wonder, when I wake, <br />who watched over me with each breath I take<br /><br />Karin Elizabeth Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-nights-2/
