The Twelve Apostles

You stand there on the shoreline as tough soldiers

While the crashing waves smash against your boulders

You can’t move as you protect the shores

Bits of rock splinter away like solid wooden oars

Thousands of days go by

While some of the seven seas go dry

Millions of fish look at you and then just swim by

With a flick of the fin not even a hello nor goodbye

You watch the sun set and rise

Even Though you don’t have any eyes

You have lost over the years

As the waves are as sharp as a pair of shears

There used to be twelve of you standing there 

But four of you fell in the misty cold air

Now only eight of you remain protecting in care

Now the rest of you stare at the oncoming waves in despair