Post-primary Level Commended
Dark in the night there stood a pole,
Adorned pale with triplet faces.
To the south ,East and North each watched
the land with multiple gazes.
To the East a happy face did bare
With simple features,nothing to declare
But happiness in a simple touch,
Worth more than money and less than much.
One looked to the South with heavy brow,
As if in dark mood with daunting frown,
As solid as man in heavy chain,
Screaming for freedom with no one to blame.
To the North a circular hole did sit, In the medium of the triplets mouth Overlooking the scenery, whether shocking or terrible, Worse than the looker to the South.
Each born together from smooth sandstone,
Never to see each other, but to watch the land alone,
Never to speak, never to hear,
But to watch North ,South ,East
The land they held dear.