Stormy weather verses a wall and a lighthouse

A wave raced like a thousand damned horsemen,
Competing to be the first to be dashed against the cold warn sea wall,
As if summoned by a supernatural superior call.


The lighthouse which overhung this deathly scene,
Sat still and serene just as it had since nineteen fourteen,
It had lasted the bombings from Hitler and Hun,
But in the year of our lord nineteen ninety one,
This heroic saviour of ships was finally undone.


The waves came, the waves broke,
But the sea wall held strong like a fine noble Oak,
Took three score violent undulations and ten,
To undermine the stone at the base of the wall,
Then one by one they began to fall,
To become lost in the sea and manipulated by squall.


Soon the lighthouse had no defender,
And if it had the breath and voice of a sane man,
It would scream for mercy and for surrender.
But the sea had no sympathy and soon began,
The demise of this solitary spot,
By pounding its door with the strength of an artillery shot.


The noise alone could have broken the door,
The staircase the bed and torn up the floor.


The tower toppled with the subtle grace of a bomb,
Destroyed instantly on impact,
With the victor, the sea,
Splintering out of existence,
Time shows that without persistence
Remembrance of courage is lost and not retrieved
And in a generation forgotten
The site of our hero now overgrown and rotten



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