The Lighthouse

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Recently I took a trip with my family to Western Massachusetts and Southern Maine. I fell in love with Maine, especially its beaches and lighthouses. This trip inspired me to write this poem as I got to see a couple of the lighthouses of Maine. I hope you enjoy this poem and please feel free to comment what you think!

Submitted: August 19, 2016

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Submitted: August 19, 2016



Come to the wind swept knoll that jaunts out into the sea.

Where the salty waves beat ruthlessly against the rocky cliffs, wearing them down age by age.

There you shall find the mighty lighthouse.

It guides weary sailors who have journeyed from distant lands.

It’s lamp cuts through the thick night sky like a knife through butter.


The lighthouse watches over the sea day and night.

Protecting sailors from crashing into the rocky coast.

It is a welcome sight for the container ship sailing from China.

It guides the lobster fisherman safely home with his catch.

It is like the moon as it lights a path for a young couple walking along the beach.


At the lighthouse lives an elderly man and his family.

He is the lighthouse keeper who works tirelessly to keep the lighthouse in perfect condition.

Cleaning the lenses, trimming the fuse, filling the oil supply.

Just completing the day to day tasks of a lighthouse keeper.

I once heard him say “May you have fair winds and following seas as you voyage home.”


The lighthouse sits on the ledge high above the sea.

Always there to guide ships into port.

Whether it be day or night, calm seas or raging storms.

The lighthouse will always be there to guide sailors home.

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