Officer Hydrant
















Officer Hydrant

He stands at the corner
minding his post,
this stodgy old man
from the Cardigan coast.

He wears a stiff bowler
and a watch on a chain,
but he won’t take his eyes
off his fragile domain.

He watches and waits,
always ready to go.
If there’s ever a fire,
this codger will blow!

© Elizabeth Steinglass, 2014, all rights reserved

7 replies
  1. margaretsmn says:

    I can see Officer Hydrant there in his bowler hat. Now because I read your poem, I even know his personality. Great!

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