Written for Mayo's {Round 8} Poetry Contest |
THE LIGHTHOUSE Many, many years ago, This tale was told to me About a ship and its crew And its plight at Donnaree. In the darkness the ship floundered As the storm became much worse; And from the Captain came a cry Which sounded like a curse. Fear struck hearts as they tossed about As the ship began to creak and moan; Eighteen men all thinking thoughts Of their loved ones back at home. All hope was almost gone, The men prepared to die; When in the distance they saw A light upon the sky. The Captain turned his craft And headed towards the light Strong the storm but stronger still His will to live that night. The crew shouted as they saw The lighthouse far away, They knew if they could reach it They would see another day. Soon the storm was behind them, And shore was just in sight; Cheers filled the darkness They'd made it home all right! In the morning, they looked about But nowhere could they see The lighthouse and it's said That it could never, ever be. No lighthouse ever stood Upon the rocky shore and yet, It shown so bright that stormy night That no one could ever forget. Strange things happen out at sea, Stranger tales have been related; The ghostly lighthouse tale Has been oft-times debated. But I believe in miracles And I guess I always will - Whenever I see a lighthouse The memory haunts me still. |