Given enough warning
From ships along the coast
I got the Partridge Island Lighthouse
And Paw, my cat/kitten,
Black as the murderous clouds,
With one white mitten,
Ready for the worst.
And the Worst came.
It was so bad I figure
Even Jesus took cover.
The Lighthouse is thicker
And stronger
Then the Keeper’s house
So that’s where we stayed.
A tiny room inside the stone walls,
Nicely curved to curl the wind away.
I’d put in a narrow cot, and
Me and the cat/’kitten
Got our rest
Although not much sleep.
When I went up to
Trim the wick
I thought those windows might
Cave right in.
Today,
A couple of ships
Limped past,
And our shoreline
Has been altered.
I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2022 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
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