Paddy J. P. Harris
Paddy J. P. Harris Poems
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Why stand you there proud megaliths?
So stony faced and grim.
All back to back and looking out
Hiding the truth within.
Your folded arms and old grey eyes,
And deeply rooted feet,
So long defied your enemies
You have no friendly greet.
We all walk round out of your reach,
Except those trained few
Who you allow to come inside,
‘Cause they’re as grey as you
I wonder if you have forgot?
You are so very old.
If time has supped your memories,
And your story stays untold.
Pride is as an angry lion,
Cowering those caught in its stare.
It is the great oppressive one,
That will lay all weaknesses bare.
Though not an ally in your fight,
To bring your enemies low.
It is ourselves that fear his sight
And appease his mighty show.