they maintain their stance
encircled by the mist
the ebb and flow of tides
barnacles invade
clutching wooden feet
imbedded in sand resilient
in forceful battering winds
with valour silent alone
their guard of honour
united for ever more
they persevere
defending pier
and countries shores
how many were
their battles
opposing mother nature’s force
in squalls and sheets of rain
currents circling oceans floor
with rotted splinted wood
their hubris will endure
scratched
and cut with shells they hold
wraith like soldiers marching
into war