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
Yes, of course, you are welcome to use it--I was hoping...November 6, 2025 - 3:31 pm by lsteinglass
Who knows if you are still looking at comments five years...November 6, 2025 - 3:01 pm by Suzi W.
Snowfog is the perfect word and this poem is just all-around...December 27, 2020 - 8:50 am by Liz Garton Scanlon
So beautiful, Liz. Love the haiku and the sense of peace...December 26, 2020 - 11:36 am by Michelle Barnes
Love it!
Ha! Fabulous!
I can see Officer Hydrant there in his bowler hat. Now because I read your poem, I even know his personality. Great!
For a stodgy old man, he’s pretty dapper in his green and blue duds. Love the bowler hat. 🙂
I can imagine this poem in the March Madness Poetry Tournament for the word “codger” 🙂 Wonderfully imaginative, Liz!
This is adorable. Thanks for sharing it.
I’ll never look at a hydrant the same way again – the stodgy old fella! Another gem, Liz! = )