Never Let The Beacon Go Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-ise of the sun begins
I-n the skyline so blue;
C-rimson, red and pink
K-iss the gray away from
Y-ou.

D-on't let the beacon go
O-n seventeenth November;
R-etain him up above,
A-s you rise from slumber.
D-on't let the beacon go, just keep him within sight;
O-therwise dark will prevail, and day will turn into night.

L-et the coal clouds fade
U-ntil the lights appear;
M-ake the brightness bring
O-n the laughter and cheer.
G-ive a frown to twilight,
D-usk, and lonely shadow;
A-llow the rays to remain,
N-ever let the beacon
G-o.