Just past sunset,
A Frigate and a Brigantine
Sailed past Partridge Island,
Heading out to sea.
The former had a line of sailors
Giving the Lighthouse a salute,
The latter paused to let Sister Darling
Of The Rarified Church of The World (Reformed)
Step onto the dock of the Island,
After she tossed me parcels and bundles
Containing a New Year’s feast.
The ships plied their way to the outer harbour,
Whilst Sister Darling gathered up
Paw, the cat/kitten,
Black as the new night
With one white mitten,
And we wended our way
Up to the Lighthouse Keeper’s house.
By the time pots and bowls and platters
Of food,
Were ready on the table,
And a haunch of venison, was re-heating
In the oven,
We followed the excited cat/kitten
Toward the Lighthouse, and up the stairs.
We awaited perhaps ten minutes, before
The two ships began firing starburst shells
Toward the approaching year,
Entertaining us, and the boisterous
Crowd on the shore.
It was a glorious sight,
And,
I will report,
That Sister Darling
Supplied
A glorious feast.
{I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2025 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
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