Submitted for Project #10 "The Wuthering"
Off the New England coast near Minot's LedgeMany a passing ship was wrecked.
A lighthouse was erected there to warn
Of the deadly force of a Northeastern storm.
In April, 1851, up the coast there came
The tremendous fury of a hurricane.
The tiny lighthouse was battered and bashed
As huge waves all around it crashed.
Antoine and Wilson wrote to say
The lighthouse swayed two feet each way.
They feared they wouldn't survive the night--
Still, the keepers kept the light.
Kept it burning so ships were warned
Of the deadly force of the Northeastern storm.
Suddenly iron pilings began to break.
The house itself the ocean would take.
Frantically the lighthouse bell rang
But the violent storm swallowed its clang.
That night two men stood alone
Against the awesome force of a New England storm.
Then the keepers and the light slipped into the sea
And disappeared for eternity.
They that go down to the sea in ships
Look to the Light that the Keepers keep lit.
Look to the Light that the Keepers keep lit.
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