Young Storykeeper Volume III

258 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III AGE TWELVE | 259
LIGHTHOUSE POEM
At the top of a lighthouse
There is a very bright light
To guide ships through fog
So they won’t hit rock and bog
When all the chores are done
We just have some fun
Knock back some beer
When we don’t have to steer
The lighthouse light
Towards the ships in sight
When a keeper’s job is done
Outside they run
In the sun and have some fun
While it is bright
They fly their kite
When it gets dark
They light a spark
Ava Murphy
Co Cork
THE PERFECT PICTURE
It was a warm Sunday morning and Aisling
was just finishing her painting of a lovely
lighthouse in a mystical mermaid lagoon.
She realised there was a smudge of red
paint on the sky, so Aisling used her right
thumb to clean it off. When Aisling put her
thumb on the painting, WHOOSH! She
was sucked into the painting!
When she opened her eyes, Aisling was
on a deserted island. She caught a glimpse
of a white wooden dinghy, so she hopped in
it and started to sail away. She saw a light in
the distance and decided to follow it. After
10 minutes of rowing, Aisling spotted a tall
lighthouse just like the one in her painting!
When she arrived at the shore, she decided
to climb to the top of the lighthouse to see
where she was. When Aisling climbed to
the top of the spiral staircase, she noticed
the massive light had stopped working so
she readjusted the wires. Eventually she
got it working again.
Aisling decided to go back to the boat
but when she got down to the beach, it had
disappeared. All of a sudden, the water
turned purple and mermaids came to the
surface of the water! They had come to
thank Aisling for her generosity of fixing the
light inside the lighthouse so ships would be
led away from the mermaids and they could
live in peace.
For Aisling’s kindness, they gave her
a shell necklace. When she woke up it was
the next day, she wondered was it all a
dream? Then Aisling opened her hand only
to find the sea shell necklace. She looked
at the painting and smiled.
Tara Lewis
Co Limerick
A SYMBOL OF SAFETY
I stand on the ragged rocks,
Salty sea spray refreshing my face.
As I gaze towards the horizon,
Black foreboding clouds roll in from the sea.
A mist begins to block my view,
And the once peaceful sea begins to churn.
Crabs scuttle into the rocky crevices,
Sensing the looming danger.
Seagulls cry out from overhead,
A warning of what is to come.
Daylight shifts to darkness.
The drama begins to unfold.
Suddenly, a beam of light,
Divides the darkness like a sharp sword.
My stinging eyes distinguish,
A beacon of hope towering in front of me.
The silhouette of a lighthouse,
Standing tall and proud.
It beckons me forward,
With its promise of shelter and sanctuary.
In the centre of the chaotic storm,
It is immune from the danger.
Keeping me safe,
Until the storm passes by.
Susie Barnes
Co Antrim
LIGHTHOUSE POEM
Away far out in the distance,
I saw a shining light,
I followed in its direction,
Because it was very bright.
The waves were really breaking,
The seas were very rough,
Although I wanted to go on this journey,
I never imagined it to be so tough.
But then I saw it,
It gave me some hope,
The light was a lighthouse,
Helping me to cope.
There was the tower,
Standing at the sea,
Who would have known,
That it would have saved me.
Darryl Cundelan
Co Cavan