Lighthouse

Nathaniel Sizemore 10/1/08 English8D Lighthouse

A warm breeze gently blows the sand up The warm ocean water splashes up against the rocky coast Seagulls squawk in the distance contently as they catch they prey The suns decides it is too tired and slowly begins to sett It glows and radiates off into oblivion Red rays streak across the sky like a missile And standing guard, on the very edge, of the rocky coast, towers a massive red and white-striped lighthouse It sits there Times evil grips seems to have taken over the decaying building Night settles on the sleepy shore The red and white lighthouse Stands forever As beacon of hope To those in need Protecting, watching, guiding