The Watchful Guardian

"A poem about a cannon looking out from a battlement, standing steadfast and strong as a symbol of power and might."


Image source: New2Writing

From the battlements high up above
The cannon stood steadfast and strong,
Looking out with a watchful eye
At the world that lay beyond.

Its metal skin was cold and hard,
Its purpose was clear and true,
To protect the castle walls
And all that lay within its view.

The cannon's gaze was fierce and bold,
Its presence is a warning to all,
That those who dared to cross its path
Would face a mighty, thunderous call.

The cannon stood there day and night,
Through rain, wind, and snow,
A symbol of power and might,
A guardian of the castle below.

And though it may seem fearsome and cold,
The cannon served with honor and pride,
A defender of the battlements,
A protector of all that lay inside.

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