Statue

Evie Benvie
Daughter of Edith Griswold
January, 2003

She sits alone
With only the company of squirrels
Or tired birds
Looking for a perch
Or perhaps a chipmunk
Seeking shelter from the rain.

Though she lives alone
Sitting through storms and weathering
She is immortal
She will never die
Maybe forgotten
But never defeated
Her mane still twines
Around her neck and horn
Her tail still flows down
Her legs
Floating
Forever immobilized
Its image caught
And cut in stone
Her horn still spirals
Protruding from her head
But no longer a gatherer
Of the tourist’s awe
Now just a sad stick
Where songbirds land.

She now makes her home
In a forgotten glade
Surrounded by trees
Now forests replace
The great castle walls
Now forest creatures
Instead of royalty
Nobility
Soldiers

I was once a gift
To Her Royal Highness
Then the greatest treasure
Of her famous court
My life of long ago
Before wars and sieges.

Then the walls fell
The royalty left
The nobility
The soldiers
All that was left
Was me
A lone reminder
Of times long past
Of forgotten people
Of a long ago belief
But now reality
Trees
A forest glade
Closing in on me.

The years pass
A millennium
Two
Three
Or even four
Until I shall be remembered
Again.

©  Evie Benvie 2003

"We each have our own way of living in the world, together we are like a symphony.
Some are the melody, some are the rhythm, some are the harmony
               It all blends together, we are like a symphony, and each part is crucial.
We all contribute to the song of life."
...Sondra Williams

We might not always agree; but TOGETHER we will make a difference.