Jul 21

Poem: My Stones Roll Here


My Stones Roll Here

My king I lay
under your mighty throne
your grinding might my honor
I am but a standing stone

My liege I hold
this ground until the end
the rains stir our foundation
but I will not break or bend

My mountain I protect
we were followers of plenty
yet storm and siege assaulting
we are now less than twenty

My rock I am standing
my last stones roll here
one more wash approaches
then we all will disappear

-Poem by Justin Germino