There once was a light house-
that shone with brilliant light,
It stood tall and majestic;
In the darkness of the night.

Many ships had sailed safely by,
As it quietly led the way-
To safe passage thru rough seas
By the stillness of the bay.

Over the years the light house fell
Into a state of disrepair.
Though it faithfully did its job
Nobody seemed to care.

Lets tear it down, its' so old
It clutters up the shore
We really dont even need it
Ships dont pass this way anymore.

But there was one elderly man-
Who said "you cant tear it down."
For long ago with out its light
I surely would have drown.

It gave me hope to keep swimming.
It showed me where to go
When the storm had pulled me under
and tossed me to and fro.

Yes its old and leans a bit-
alittle to one side,
But we should all be ashamed
We didnt take more pride.

We shoulda kept her up instead,
Lets restore her to her glory
She is the leaning lighthouse
And she truly has a story.

So they painted her and fixed her up
and gave her brand new stripes
They replaced all her broken panes
and polished all her lights.

Now there are trees and flowers
And she looks like she belongs.
And even tho she leans a bit
That light house still stands strong.



11-8-07
Tressia L

Sooo sweet

I love lighthouses I was born on the E. Coast and raised on the W. Coast. I collect them