A Home on Ramparts

A Home on Ramparts

It sits just off the ocean’s shore.
Isolated only by water and design,
Motionless, so quiet among the sea’s swelling roar.
She sits like a monument on the salty brine.

Protected from above by an ancient roof,
Those shingles have sustained many a storm.
Its protection seemingly waterproof.
A testament of strength, a mighty platform.

She rests upon massive pillars.
Placed in sand years past,
By large machinery operated by drillers.
Those supports remain steadfast.

Her windows, like eyes, watch constantly.
They remain on guard for changes in the weather.
They are ever vigilant when it’s wet and balmy.
Those windows look for ambiance that is kinder.

This house sits surrounded by God’s ocean.
It is the owner’s monument to his life.
He has been the only captain.
It has been his love through good times and strife.

From the beginning its foundation has been stilts,
They have served as an eternal platform.
It is his joyous home and it never wilts.
This abode has weathered many a windstorm.

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