GuardianA Poem by BrittenyHe watches over us like the leader the pack Giving the bad ones a stren but gentle wack Rewarding the innocent ones so innocent and good They always do what they are told they should He often does compliment and charm Those who show no harm He is the guardian of the orange and white mountains On him we will respect and count © 2008 BrittenyAuthor's Note
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