As the light starts to fade, at the end of the day, <br />And the last rays of sunset cascade on the bay. <br />The fishing boats set sail, their little lamps a glow, <br />Off to deeper waters and the school of fish below. <br />Along the granite, harbor wall, the lime washed cottage stands, <br />The little wind swept coastal path to the causeway and sands. <br />At the point a lighthouse giving out its light, <br />Protecting the wayward mariner as he sails on through the night. <br />For generations have come and gone, it’s always been that way, <br />As tide rolls in with the fishing boats that signals break of day.<br /><br />Nicholas Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/safe-harbour/