The Lighthouse
The Lighthouse
The eye of the sea
Guides me in from my journey
With the ragging waters around me
With all there mite
She guides me with her shining light
Alone standing tall and proud
She brings us seamen to safer ground
Without her light we would be darkened by the night
She will always be the one we depend on
The eye of the sea who watches over me
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| May it be | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| Humans | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| Twisted | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Lost | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Weeping Willow | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Glass Eyes | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Walking | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| The Lighthouse | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| God's Mercy | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Mother/Child | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Forget Me Not | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| The Face | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| ME | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
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