He sits tall and proud
On his lonely hill
Guarding his people
Because that is what
He was made for
Day in and day out
He sits upon that great hill
Looking over the country
See worlds he wishes
To visit one day
He often daydreams
About his grand adventures
Thinking of all the
Things and people he
Will see on his journeys
He doesn't leave his guard
For anything
He loves his people and
Guards them with purpose
He always had and he always will
His life
Everlasting
His death
Never coming
He will always live
The people
Wanted to
Show him
That they
Appreciate him
They built
Him a tower
Upon his
Hill
He had a home
Until
One
Terrible
Day
When
He
Stopped
Working
And
He
Didn't
Move
An
Inch
The
People
Forgot
To
Change
His
Batteries...
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Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED
PoetryJust a bunch of random poems about anything that comes to mind. Completed.-editing at the moment but completed. please tell me if there are any speller or grammar mistakes. Thanks. Book 1 of Poems From The Series
