The Lighthouse
A structure from which a light beam projects,
By night guiding mariners, this beacon protects,
Daytime a marker, it’s warning reflects.
The very first Lighthouse in past history,
Was constructed and build in the seventh century,
Erected in harbours and many estuaries.
Guarding the coastline, on rocks or on shoals,
The most famous lighthouse was called just Pharos,
On of the worlds seven wonders as the old story goes.
The old fashioned lighthouse surmounted a fire,
To keep this flame going, no time for to tire,
Electric invented, now powered by wire.
Modern new lighthouses revolve and then flash,
Still protecting the coastline, safeguarding a crash,
The mariner’s guardian, a pirates panache.
When lifeboats and fishermen, sailor’s galore,
Storms over water, countries at war,
The lighthouse their saviour, to guide home to the shore.
By
Betty Hattersley
(About Betty Hattersley)
© 2002
Betty Hattersley
(All rights reserved)
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