The Lighthouse




She stands alone on the rocky shore

Sending a beam across the wave

Listening for distress amidst the ocean's roar

Looking for a lost seaman she may save




For the fragile craft of man

Is no match for the angry sea

She will send her beam to scan

As long as they let her be




She stands alone on the rocky shore

No lightkeeper walks her spiral stairs

Lightkeepers were in the days of yore

Now she alone is the one who cares




Technology sends her beam far and wide

And blows the fog horn to call her ships to shore

Should the waves be too high that they ride

Fog horn blasts will be in groups of four




Whitecaps crash the rocks on which she stands

And reach up to pound her weathered form

This lighthouse though not human understands

This is an unusually wicked storm




She stands alone on the rocky shore

A silhouette against the foggy sky

Four fog horn blasts o're the ocean roar

And rescue beams so no one has to die




Turbulence abounds across the briny deep

Mile high waves crash against the rocky shore

Like an angry sea witch awakened from her sleep

Determined to win this watery war




All night long the war raged on

Then spent, that sea witch whore

A peaceful scene come the dawn

She stands alone on the rocky shore




A job well done and no one had to die

She's standing proud on the rocky shore

Sea birds flying o're the ocean high

And no ships lie sunken on the ocean floor.


July 15, 2005

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