Lighthouse
Nine keepers and their families lived there
no electricity,
no plumbing
no neighbors
no road in or out.
White painted bricks,
They say it shines
halfway to Canada.
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Love the shape…I imagine the first line as the “once Fresnel lens, now a LED beacon” signaling out over the ocean.
Love the march of the ‘no’s
and “better to see in the day”
and repeat with variation “better to see in the night.”
And it shines all the way to Canada… Great ending…
I love this poem; every line of it! It’s so much the essence of visiting a lighthouse and hearing of its legacy.