I live near so many of these and marvel at them always.
The noble lighthouse stands silently on the shore all alone
With the buoy nearby and the fog horn with its intermittent drone.
Fog rolls in with a slow but forceful might
Misleading the ships at dusk and into the night.
Flickering light warns of the land that is so near
Guiding the sailors and captains that constantly peer.
Landscaping around the dignified building on the point
Blend into the surroundings like muscles with a joint.
The keepers of the lighthouse, very well poised here
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