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