The Lighthouse

Green LighthouseUpon a lighthouse, verdant green,
the slowly sinking sun did shine.
Amazing all who saw the sight
and whisp’ring words around.

Yet near and far did spread the fame
of such a green, far-ranging beacon.
It might keep safe all those who sailed
and ferried ’round the dark’ning shore.

That such a light got such fame,
we know not why, but still inquire.
Wrecks abound along the shore;
oft passing freights are caught to doom.

Perhaps the green was grand and new
and all the wrecks seemed like a shame.
The lighthouse, verdant green was sung,
and seen, but saved no lives.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2013 W. Wayne B.
Green Lighthouse. By Thomas Quine Image license

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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