He was built in an age long past, before any of us could remember, to stand watch over our shores: a guardian and protector of our fair land.

But there’s nothing left for him to defend against. No attacking fleets. No enemy air raids.

So he just stands there, silent, still, and strong—watching as the tide goes in and out.

One day, we know, we’ll wake up and he’ll be gone, in search of a people who need him.

Until then, the children climb up on his feet or build sand castles around him.

On hot days, we relax under the shade the his towering figure provides.

He’s more than just an icon to us. Like any good friend who departs, he will be missed.