LIGHTHOUSE oVER THE BLUE SKY

Morning Lighthouse

 

 

 

One morning Lighthouse,

 

Stands like a book,

 

Lighthouse they're awake,

 

Like children playing games,

 

Sea is a wash,

 

Where mud clears off,

 

Storm is clashing and banging.

 

 

 

Sunset down,

 

Everyone's in bed,

 

Lighthouse is awake,

 

Just like a standing starch,

 

Getting fierce and fiercer,

 

Sunset setting,

 

 

 

Sun rising up,

 

Children playing,

 

Thunder dematerialise in mid-air,

 

Start going fishing,

 

Also sailing,

 

Lighthouse asleep,

 

Bird eating seed,

 

He muffled he muffled he snores.

 

 

 

By Charmain Louise Rita Evans

 

 

 

Done