Ancient

As ancient
as earth itself
the buttress
holds fast

In the face
of countless
forgotten
winter gales

The hordes
of white riders
galloping up
from far away

Assaulting
the fastness
which does not
give way

We but pass by
for a short while
the rocks remain
immutable

The rocks themselves
slowly inexorably
worn down
to sand

Time
seems to stand still
on the clock
of the earth

As ancient
as earth itself
our islands remain
as we hold fast