There's a lighthouse on an island <br />built on boulders in the sea. <br />A home to no one anymore, <br />and it's beautiful to me. <br /> <br />The waves come crashing, sending spray. <br />their salty drops rain down <br />blessing me and other people <br />and the buildings in the town. <br /> <br />The lighthouse wakes at evening time <br />and its beacon comes around <br />protecting all the ships out there <br />so they don't run aground. <br /> <br />I sit and send my wishes <br />way up high on seagull wings <br />and then pretend that they'll come true <br />on notes the lighthouse sings. <br /> <br />That lighthouse must be magic. <br />I hear it call to me <br />from its bed of boulders <br />on an island in the sea.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lighthouse-children/
