A northern wind and lighthouse,
Are arguing once more,
Their quarrel seems to be about,
Whom better keeps the shore.
“I have brought these sailors in! ”
The gale claims with a cry,
Then the beacon, to the wind:
“Without light, they would die”
Their fight continues for a bit,
Till the wind spits and howls,
For he grows tired of 'insolence',
And blows the lighthouse down.
Now shards of rubble line the shore,
The wind has won it's fight.
And though he's victor of his war,
The shore has lost the light.
This gets better each time I read it (three times so far, but who's counting?) I miss lighthouses. Maybe the plains could use a few though? Just to spot tornadoes on their way? This poem just does it for me. It's got everything I adore together in one place. You just gotta love those intangible arguments!
How true Lazarus there is no victory in power only destruction when will we ever learn that it is in togetherness that we suceed. great poem I voted it a ttttttt10
Not bad, I like it a lot and I love that you used northern wind: p It reminds me of Ensiferum
Commendable work, Lazarus.When you mention lighthouse, might you be thinking of, or referring to The Cape May Lighthouse, in Cape May, New Jersey? I spent my childhood summers down there with my grandparents, going back a half decade before the Ferry to Lewis, Deleware! I still go down at least once a year, usually in July. How things have changed...yET ONE THING HASN'T....the Arcade on the Boardwalk, which is still owned by the same couple, now in their 80's, yet still behind the prize-counter from May 'til Sept.! Nice Work, here! F j R 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'And though he's victor of his war, The shore has lost the light..' A destrucive force that never really wins the fight. Thanks for sharing this wonderful write. A.