By Charles Robert Lindholm
She stands high upon the bluff
a silhouette of one
lonely on the shore
It’s what she’s always done
She is a lonely beacon
that beckons all to come
unnoticed by the multitudes
but cared about by some
An angel to the sailors
on a bleak and stormy night
the savior to the ships at sea
on a foggy night
She’s not a Prima Dona
she feels no need for praise
she’s shy about herself
and how she spends her days
she knows she has a duty
that comes around each night
and so, from far away
You can see her shinning bright
You might think,
that she’d be lonely
high upon the bluff
but her Beloved Tender,
loves her
and for her
that is enough
Copyright © Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
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