He stood a sentry
Armor shimmering in the sun
Out of place and time
Yet ready to face new days
He stood a beacon
Triggering imagination
Calling for adventure
Harkening others to his lair
He stood an echo
Clamoring sound of metal
In a desolate landscape
Singing distant memory
He stood a man
Gilded in mystery
Behind a mask of forgetting
Daring others to step aside
I remember cresting a hill and seeing him gleaming in the sun. It was like driving up on a Transformer. We had to pull over, so I could get photos. If you asked me about the memorable sites I’ve seen on any of these trips, he’d definitely be in the Top 5, and I’m not even sure exactly where in the New England trip we were when we saw him.
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