If I Lived in a Lighthouse


If I lived in a lighthouse
On an island off the coast,
There’d be lots of things to do
To keep me at my post.
I’d climb my winding staircase
To watch for sailing clippers
And sound a foghorn greeting
To suntanned, seaborne skippers.
I’d polish all the lantern brass
On all my guiding lights,
Keeping things in good repair
For stormy, windblown nights.
I’d look through my binoculars
For passing, spouting whales
And mend my many fishing nets
And patch my puffy sails.
Then, when all my work was through,
I’d roam the sandy dunes,
Collecting shells that washed ashore
And whistling sailors’ tunes.

[illustration] Illustrated by Doug Roy