The Light House

THE LIGHT HOUSE The shimmering white beacon off the shores Of Marble-head, let it's flickering light shine again, In restorations amber glow of hope. For are we not the custodians of our own history. Allow us to relight the spark, igniting the flames Kindling, a tinderbox of explosive force, To expose our historical past for others to enjoy. Than shall we not pass the torch forward. It is up to us, to save legacy's heritage, For the future generations to come. Crumbling monument’s cry out to be Remembered, times cruel weathering, does Ascend tearing at the walls of mortar, And chipping at the layers of paint. Can we not lend a helping hand, to aid in Such a worthy cause, to preserve our past. Allow us as human beings, the keepers of The lighthouse, to fuel the fire for preservation. Let us leave a historical landmark, a piece of The past worthy of saving, to be restored. Hand-N-Hand, brick by brick, layers of Humanities historical records need Preservation reclamation. It is a proclamations that should be heard, For prosperity's sake alone. Rise up Toledo-ans, see the torch light from Afar distant island, let not this flame be Stamped out, or fade away. No not here in the grand state of Ohio, In the light house, off Sandusky Bay, Shall it's rays of brilliance shine again. Against the Lake Erie waters, standing Tall, as a beacons light of hope, For future generations to come. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN