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Eyes On The Forest
By Charles P. White (C) 2003
Looking down upon the world
Watching all alone
From atop a tower
My all glass home
I can see for miles
The Mountains I admire
And it is my duty...
To keep them from fire
Away from the city
And punching all those clocks
Gives me time to think...
What is time, to all these rocks?
For a moment I am startled
When I thought I heard a word
However, it was just my imagination
A call from a sitting bird
Up here in my tower
A proud but lonely sentinel
Protecting our beloved lands
From an infernos raging hell
My eyes are always searching
For what would cause dismay
Because a day without smoke
Is definitely a good day!
Author's Notes: I wrote the first two stansas in 2003, and the rest in 2005 and 2006. The last line is my favorite because during my training, George Morey had said that "A day without smoke is a good day" and that has been my favorite line to tell visitors when they come to the tower ever since.