The lonely little lighthouse ⚓️

Humidity held hard and heavy on that late September’s night..fogginess engulfed this seaside’s treasure as seven seafarers braved their stormy plight

But back on the dry land where the locals slept..fisherfolk’s Mother’s of daughters lay and wept..as one and all awaited with worrying anticipation, with any update from their loved ones sickening situation

Not one, two but three flourescent flares filled the darkness of those starry skies.. twas’ an awful Autumn tale to be told, about those seven sailors sad demise

Then from that local lifeboat station six hardy heroes left the wicked water’s edge.. on a lifeboat with the latest innovation to comb the brine, and deep sea dredge

And that far away little lighthouse with white-washed walls still stands as always on the shore..listening to those wailing woes from distressed sailors crying “HELP” for evermore