(I was inspired to write this poem after seeing Antony Gormley’s sculpture by the locks on the Stratford-upon-Avon canal)
The Lowsenford Sentinel
Standing sentinel starboard side
Surveying passing boats.
Precariously peering port side
Boldly guarding the barrel cottage.
Watching the weary watermen
Granting them right of passage.
Spawned from an angel,
His iron form juts and muscles.
Strength exudes for all to see.
Power, a gentle giant, offering protection
From the pulsating water raging far below.