Poets Corner
(Jolene Hilliam)
The Fog Horn.
Far out at sea you can hear the sound,
that guides the ships homeward bound.
Swaying from side to side,
keeping record of the tide.
Some are heading for smugglers caves,
others fighting the mighty waves.
The lighthouse shining it's light,
on the great seas so bright.
Stories of pirates told,
and others of men so bold.
Of ships that sank,
and of cheats that walked the plank.
Darkness and wind that ripples the sea,
waves beating so free.
Men battling with the sails,
lest the wind prevail.
Hiring an extra shiphand,
to help find some unkonown land.
Whisky their only pleasure,
and the odd treasure.
The only guide their compass and the night moon,
and the hope that they will be home soon.