THE LIGHTHOUSE

 

The Lighthouse, with

Lantern burning bright

Stands sentinel

A beacon in the night

Steadfastly gazing out

Its piercing light

Cutting through the dark

Warning those at sea

In peril or plight

And providing all

With its piercing light

In the darkest hour

A comforting sight

THE ANGEL OF THE NORTH

The angel of the north
Standing tall and erect
That androgynous monument
To the politically correct
Disproportionate in aspect
On a hill it was put
But it has sunk in the ground
To the depth of a foot
Definitely no room
For complacency though
As there are still another
Sixty five feet to go