the storm

Just a little ways out

You’ll find the lighthouse

Small yet significant

It has saved

Countless number of

Ships and lives

Warning lake travelers

Of the approaching coast

Battered and beaten

Throughout the years

It’s seen good days

And bad

But it always stands

However

One summer day

Its strength was tested

Like never before

One summer a storm

Like no other

Formed along the eastern coast

Wiping out towns

And cities

Destroying lives

Its power and ferocity so great

It was even felt midland on

The Great Lakes

Wind gust that would

Lift you off the ground

Rain that

Never seemed to end

Flooding that caused

Unimaginable damage

And waves that touched

The sky

So dark and gray

Hiding any bit of

Sunlight wanting

To pierce its way

Through to land

This was no ordinary storm

The hundred year old

Lighthouse had never

Experienced anything like this

It was as if the house

Drifted out

Into the lake

And was consumed

By the water

Surrounded on all sides with

Wave after wave

Pounding its rickety structure

For days on end

It was sure to crumble and crack

At any moment

With each relentless blow

Of salt water suffocation

But it did not fall

Damaged? Absolutely

Debris of the

Lighthouse

Was scattered everywhere

And even taken out

Away deep on the lake

As a remembrance for

What has happened

After the storm

Peace ensued

The storm left its mark

But it did not prevail

The lighthouse

Is still there

Jetting out onto the lake

Protecting those

heading home towards the coast