The Statue

We truly have some gifted poets here in the OCS high school. The editor, the Blue Rabbit, and even Bwana; not to toot my own horn. Some have the gift of imagery, messages, and rhyme schemes in their poetry. Here is a poem with not only imagery, but a message that all things have to fade; nothing lasts forever.

The Statue
by Effie Johnson

Mossy sits on mossy seat
with frown and furrowed brow,
and though the moss grows 'round him deep
he dare not stir from silent sleep
for fear that he would only be
but dust upon the ancient ground.

Mossy on his mossy seat
erodes himself away
as nations come and go
and past embraces present day
but not so much as one man knows;
though each man shares the fateful pose-
no, not a one among them knows
why Mossy should decay

~Bwana