EIIR

I often see him standing at the corner of the road
He remained for years impervious, to all the sky bestowed
Just dutifully awaiting mail, refusing to corrode

Always careful of his posture, pushing out his barrel chest
Look closely and you'll notice that he bears the royal crest
"Service" is his motto, he won't take a minute's rest

This sentry wears a red coat keeping guard against the cold
A pillar of community, a proudly post-war mold
Don't bother him with email 'cos he says he's far too old