The lighthouse stood straight and tall,
The clouds were dark and gray.
The rain kept falling through the night,
And looked like it would stay.
The tide was rough as the storm raged on,
Crashing on the shore.
The lightning flashes gave concern,
As the thunder gave its roar.
In all the wind and pouring rain,
The lighthouse stood its ground.
Like a sentry boldly standing guard.
Protecting all around.
The ships all scattered in the sea.
Sailing through the night.
All safe because the lighthouse stood,
And guided by its light.
Old things always give way to new,
It’s the progressive thing I guess.
But there is no warmth, no heart or soul,
Inside a GPS.
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lasergraph (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I like old things and history. Although I have embraced the world of binary digits, I find no warmth there.
- Category: Reflection
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Old vs new meaningful vs mechanical. challenging nice job.
I have seen a lot of old give way to new. It will happen regardless so we accept or be broken.
Such a great poem! I love lighthouses. You are so right, about technology today. Nothing like a beautiful lighthouse guiding those on the sea!
I relate I too like a lot of the older ways ... well done a good poem
I love and admire the old but embrace the new. Like in decor. Love to mix some old piece with modern ones on the same style. By the way, I love the GPS. Mostly the times it is right. One need to use the GPS but not being blind about directions. I find good that we can use our intuition and the modern tech all together. Lovely write this of yours. Thanks for sharing.
You are welcome
No heart, no care. Once the power is gone, we all lost in dark. But the long stand lighthouse still there for us.
Wonderful writing.
I love this poem - whenever we visit the coast - never far away in U.K.! - I like to see a good old fashioned lighthouse. Synonymous with the coast.
They are beautiful, tall and majestic. They have inspired me to several writes.
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