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The Lighthouse

She glows bright across the sea; Night siren calling to ships; Her voice rides the ocean air; She’s a life saver. Once her kind needed man’s help; Now automation rules her; She gets a bit lonely now; No keeper will come. Her life is a testament; Vigilant and courageous; She stands, sentinel of the Ocean, the lighthouse.

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Susan Ashley

Date: 10/17/2018 7:52:00 PM

Oh, I love old lighthouses and I love the sentimental beauty of your lovely poem, M.L. Superb poetry! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/19/2018 11:54:00 AM

I love'em too, Susan and thanks again. Warm wishes to you, as well.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/7/2018 12:33:00 PM

Wonderful tribute to these lonely soldiers, M.L! ~ Gershon

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/8/2018 7:18:00 AM

There's something fascinating about old lighthouses; I don't know exactly what it is but, it inspires. Something that prevents disaster and saves lives, sitting alone out there in the middle of nowhere is just captivating. Thanks again.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 10/4/2018 6:49:00 AM

A fond look-back and a tribute to the lighthouses..a unique theme you chose, M.L.K.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/4/2018 7:03:00 AM

They are a unique piece of history; it must've taken a special personality to live in one. Thanks.

Heidi Sands

Date: 10/4/2018 6:43:00 AM

Well written Choka , M.L. I enjoyed it :)

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/4/2018 7:02:00 AM

I'm glad Heidi and thanks so much.