High atop a craggy spot
a tower stands with a huge light atop
its ray of light sweeps the fog
to warn all ships at sea of the rocks.
It stands in weather bone chilling cold
not complaining bout the fog,
the rain, nor the snow, and the wild
Nor'Easter wind as she blows.
A steady force in a raging sea
a Ship's Captain knows where it be
and a steadfast hand holds the helm
away from safe looking nooks, that hold
a ship and sends it crashing to its death.
The raw, rugged coast of Maine
where poets were born and became
world renown forever more
from this most Northern State of Maine.
Thank You WoverW for the inspiration.
bentfeather (c) 02.09.06
Written this morning in the Foxhole.