The Sentinels This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   The Sentinels

They stand steadfast
At the entrance to the
Forest Kingdom
They are silent sentinels
With rough gray armor
Their many arms
Block the way in
As their green
Plumage blows in the
Wind

The winged heralds
Proclaim from atop their
Heads of green
They fend off The Wind,
Time, Sun from the Kingdom
The subjects can rest
Peacefully knowing
The Sentinels, The Guardians,
The Men-At-Arms, The ...
Trees stand guard

by P. F. , Blackstone, MA


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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