You are a gentleman,
a true gentleman.
Never a cross word
pass your lips.
All who know you,
admire you so.
Your stature is tall
and always erect.
Your skin darkened
by the elements.
Flawless to ones sight
you protect both
day and night.
Your torch glows green
when all is well, it's fine.
Tragedy changes the glow
to red.
Noticeable to all:
A warning sign.
When holiday (vacation) came
for me and mine.
Off to B'ham we'd ride.
To rock the mountains
with dance and pride.
Gaggle of friends
by my side.
Setting atop Red Mountain
Looming o'er the city
You stand...
Tall, dark, handsome
and ALWAYS erect.
without disrespect,
you serve and protect.
Made of iron,
resting on a stone stage.
"The Vulcan Statue" should
be in constant reform.
Keeping with his age.
I do not travel anymore,
but, in my mind he is stored,
with the memories of good times
the future to be explored.
I like this piece. Very nice.
Linda, I enjoy your writing greatly. I am taking time to read a little today, and discovered you again. It is always a nice visit. Deborah