Safe Harbour

As the light starts to fade, at the end of the day, And the last rays of sunset cascade on the bay. The fishing boats set sail, their little lamps a glow, Off to deeper waters and the school of fish below. Along the granite, harbor wall, the lime washed cottage stands, The little wind swept coastal path to the causeway and sands. At the point a lighthouse giving out its light, Protecting the wayward mariner as he sails on through the night. For generations have come and gone, it’s always been that way, As tide rolls in with the fishing boats that signals break of day.