Tall and proud
Their hard and worn faces bracing the wind.
Gallant, they stand
Grounded and Beautiful, as
Giants of waves pummel against their pillars of legs.
An army, which only nature could mother
As their crooked hats point to the skies
Alienated from their brethren
Aligned in defence
Against the coast that once bore them
Foreseeing the future and telling the past
Facing the bleak horizon
Failing to sleep and never awakening.
Protectors of the North
With shields and skin made of stone