I stand,

Unwavering, with arms stretched out

Planted as a bookmark, a folded corner in history

Noting a time different from today.

I’ve watched life as children grow

And voices change.

I’ve seen hands holding hands

And tears fall on the ground beneath me.

I have stood while seasons

Plied their wares on me

With spring whispering anew

And summer attempting to oppress me

As I provided a safe and cool place to rest

To all that pass.

While fall would paint my neighbors of brilliant colors

My canopy remains for the duration.

When winter speaks, I quietly listen

Continuing my watch resolutely.

The day rises casting color and shade

Just as evening reverses in different patterns.

While paint is changed and brick decays,

I grow and sway as a sentinel

A silent witness.