Lighthouse
Where land, sea and sky all gently converge
Along the mighty windswept Atlantic shore
The lighthouse keeper’s spirits still linger
Though no keeper lives there anymore
That light kept guard over that stretch of sea
For years heard waves pound shore in rage
She guided many a fisherman back to port
Filled in many an old sailor’s history page
Inside its spiral staircase steps are worn
Old timbers creak to the sound of the past
You can smell the memories of bygone years
Glimpse through salt opaque window glass
She stands tall and proud though neglected
Replaced by a new light a computers can run
To me she’s still the beacon on the headland
Standing sentinel duty beneath morning sun
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