How do you thank a lighthouse

For the work she's always done?

And how you feel about her,

Your emotions, how they run?

Can you say I love you

And none can take your place?

Then watch her light still shining

Thru tears upon your face.

She's just a man's creation

Of steel and wood and stone.

Her heart is called the keeper

Whose family calls it home.

The sailors love her dearly

For it's them she's made to be

And tell them where they're sailing

On the ever changing sea.

This story appeared in the November 1997 edition of Lighthouse Digest Magazine. The print edition contains more stories than our internet edition, and each story generally contains more photographs - often many more - in the print edition. For subscription information about the print edition, click here.