The Lighthouse Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sailor old, he knows the way,
A map and compass, bright as day.
They point the course, both far and near,
To banish doubt and calm all fear.

But closer in, where land is nigh,
A steadfast light against the sky.
No need for sextant, skill so grand,
When lights are fixed upon the land.

The lighthouse stands, a solid friend,
Through stormy nights, till journey's end.
It does not drift, it does not sway,
A guiding beam to light the way.

As long as its bright eye does gleam,
It guards the sailor's hopeful dream.
A steady path, a safe return,
The lesson that the oceans learn.