A BEACON OF WARNING

by Ernestine Kitchen

The lighthouse stands tall over the sea,

flashing, piercing lights to warn the boats to flee.

The fluffy white clouds deceive the land,

while rapid white capped waves pulsate onto the sand.

The sun shines bright on this stormy day,

over the ocean as the waves pound and play.

The clouds darken and thicken just out of sight,

with increasing wind pushing waves with their might.

The orange glow from the lighthouse's glass,

pierces the coming darkness before the blast.

The storm’s winds as they careen toward the shore,

to pelt hard drops of water against the door.

The lighthouse stands alone against the waves,

to warn all sailors new and old not to be brave.

But to stay safe within the protective bay,

while the storm and wind lashes through the day.

The ever present lighthouse on the beach,

stands stalwart against the breach.

Of swirling water drumming against the land,

striving to drown and diminish the sand.

     Ernestine and I were in writing class together. This was so special I asked if I could have a copy. I'm sure she won't mind if I share it with you.  Danna