Maria Lees



Guardian wary, watching, waiting
Constantly turning, searching, alerting
White horses dancing, prancing
Crashing 'round my feet undaunted

Facing elements onslaught alone
In my citadel revolving
Surrounded by tempests angry, hungry
Claiming souls weary and lost

Sirens alluring, singing, calling
sailors, to a watery grave
Angry seas crashing, eager for fight
Desperate eyes, spy my warning light

Then, like a thief in the night
Snatching boat and drowning crew
From the mouth of the storm
Vigilant beacon guides them
Safe, to the shore

  • Author: Maria Lees (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2017 10:16
  • Category: Nature
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    WELCOME MARIE ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ an awesome tribute to the Lighthouse ~ Working every night a giving a timely warning "To those in peril on the sea !" We still have a few dotted round the British Isles and Ireland very important in the days before Radar. Thanks for sharing & caring ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)

    • Maria Lees

      Thank you, for your comments Brian, very nice of you to take the time 😌

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