Ode To the Lighthouse
Wollongong Lighthouse how you stand,
Above seaside, windblown and stony;
Like a rocket ship on the edge of land,
Poised for take-off with full ceremony.
Skyward, you point, watch and aspire,
Always ready, but never mote moving,
Do you wait for hydrogen engine fire;
Gravity annulling forces improving?
Wollongong Lighthouse how you stand,
Above seaside, windblown and stony;
Like a rocket ship on the edge of land,
Poised for take-off with full ceremony.
Oh, Wollongong Lighthouse forever stand:
Poised like a rocket ship on the edge of land.
21/12/2018
For Lighthouse Poetry Contest by Eve Roper
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2018
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