On a crisp and gray October evening among the decades overgrowth,
Stands a rather precariously leaning remnant of a fortress old.
As gray as the day it faces perhaps like one when battles raged
An elapsing salute to the permenance of on decision testifies to nameless brave.
Slots where rifles aimed at ready toward those with a different cause.
Bringing sudden truths to bear as those inside and outside fall.
Here though the time has passed in this glade a voice is heard.
As earthen mortar turns to dust and once great beams return to earth.
I had meaning in my time an urgency a mission true,
I stood against the tides of battle while those within, those without paid due.
I watched the seasons come and go and saw my reason altered there
To serve as shelter, solace, home, for
And now upon this winter day face to face our worn souls meet,
You gleaning from my withered structure how much time is left to me.
I perceive your soul is much like mine, battle weary, earth use done,
Now longing for some future rebirth before the setting of each sun.
We will once again stand strong and shelter those within our walls
We will turn into lifes fray when others fear their fall,
We know from whence we came and our long part in scripted plan,
But in this glade here, weary, tired, suffice it that we both still stand.
Just Thinking About It