Precious Memories
Within my place for special things
The memory remains
Of that place that I grew up in
But will never see again
I still behold through teary eyes
Cliffs that loom above those shores
Where below some jagged precipice
That old grey green ocean roars
Where the foam tipped waves roll caplin in
Untill they reach the sand
Then with mighty arm so carelessly
She takes them back again
There, wild birds soar above the cliffs
Wings spread...with screeching cry
They dive bomb down to broken coast
Some rise again ...some die
I still see that giant finger
Of that land cape..it sticks out
To house a crumbling lighthouse
Flinging saffron light about
Where a fog horn blares a somber song
A long low mournful sound
Proclaiming careful...DANGER!
So small ships won't run aground
To guide them to safe harbor
When the ocean is storm tossed
So no woman's arms lie empty
For her fisher husbands lost
Among the rocks and crevices
Small purple lichen grows
And among lifes sweet wildflowers
Not many sweet as those
There is a weatherbeaten house
One in many ordered rows
Where through a dirt streaked window
A single candle glows
Those loviing hands that placed it there
Are long folded ..now at peace
They still hold my heart with tenderness
In that small precious place
That house where empty rocking chairs
Protest the fact I'm gone
And the clockhands have stopped moving
Tho time itself moved on
So now pristine in my memory
The picture always stays
And long as God allows me breath
It will never go away
And sometimes in my bed at night
I'll awake from dreams...tearstained
For I'm all these miles away from home
But its memory remains
By jollynoblefrog
© 2012 jollynoblefrog
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