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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lighthouse keeper vacancy announced Envelope delivered; the Son read contents aloud Smiles turned into laughter, then into a shout Parents and Son hugged before he set off Applicants sitting quietly, when Into the room strides a man Age etched on his face, a cheery smile, sparkle in his eyes Sat himself down in front of group, his smile comforted Questions asked and answered, nothing is written down. The elderly man, watched and listened to all the interaction Hour after hour, the ticking of the clock seemed louder He touched our hero on the shoulder The job young man is yours Despite all others challenging for the position Shouts of joy and clapping followed The day arrived, directions had been given Arrived at a place never seen before Our hero was met with giant Waves racing toward the rocks of a lonely cove A shake of hands as he met with the lighthouse keeper Somehow seemed rather sprightly as they walked toward the lighthouse Was this the same older man seen before? No time to waste, up the steps they climbed the lighthouse keeper ran never missing a step They reached the top, our hero gasped at the scene fifty metres off the ground, sat this whitewashed pinnacle One eye that rotated during the darkness of night This lighthouse would soon be his to maintain. Months of training followed, words were said that made him shudder the time has come for me to to let go of the reins quietly said A shake of the hand, he watched as the old man disappeared from sight Days turned into weeks and months tending to the light that shined so bright. Standing at the perimeter of the one-eyed monster, Safety rails in place, sometimes holding tightly This evening a storm had gathered Thunder and lightning as never seen or heard before Voices are hearkened, that is absurd, cries of distress carried by the wind. Down the steps faster than ever before, out into the night, all on his own Fighting the wind and the lashing rain he looked out over the angry sea before him He listened for the voices he had heard earlier The white foam of the waves, revealing nothing Did he imagine, he used his trusty flashlight to scour the sea He imagined himsealf as a human lighthouse surveying the scene No sign of wreckage, the voices now not heard Silence other than waves crasing on the rocks Standing and watching, hour after hour He returned to the shelter of the lighthouse He started his daily checks within the pinnacle of his new home Daylight at last brought the sunshine, he walked the perimeter His eyes met with a sad sight, bodies on the rocks, how can this be? Down the steps, this time in a dream sequence Standing and looking at lives taken Local lifeboat crew arrived and comforted a broken man That evening arrived, every time he closed his eyes, demons appeared. Holding the safety rails tighter than normal this evening Dangerous voices inside him were calling Throw yourself off, repeated constantly, his grasp relaxed; he had let go The silence that followed seemed to look down at the scene Coastguard visit found our hero, tears and words echoed from those in attendance An old man stepped forth from the shadows asked for ownership of the scene All nodded in agreement time for duties to take place The funeral was a quiet place, Mam and Dad standing unsure of feelings Agreement on fitting end, cremation and ashes in a bonded friendship secret place The lighthouse now manned by someone new On stormy evenings, as they hold the rail A figure would appear as bright as day A voice carried by the wind, never ever let go.
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