Red sentinels stood in the valley lands
This timeless place parched by baking sun
These soldiers weathered in wearing strands
They'd resisted the climes  endless run
This battle a monument to being so brave
Holding the line in such a stoic posture
Of the quarter they'd guard unto the grave
No lasting winds changing their composure
From dawn to dusk these feisty sandstone troops
Have taken on the climate's daily strikes
To attest the triumph of lasting hoops
Which have defied the assaulting spikes
They've shown heroics in this their fight
Waging it with an enduring might