Young Storykeeper Volume III

28 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III AGE SEVEN | 29
A BOY AND HIS DAD
A LIGHTHOUSE
A lighthouse has a bright shining light,
To guide the sailors who pass by at night.
A lighthouse is by the ocean and sea,
And buoys guide you on rivers like Cork’s own Lee.
A lighthouse keeper lives in a lighthouse,
which isn’t quite as cosy as my house.
A lighthouse will save you from crashing into the rocks,
Or worse things may happen than just wetting your socks.
A lighthouse is tall, clean and white,
If you look you might see one, you might.
A lighthouse is important and good
And it does just as it should.
Áine Ní Lochlainn
Co Cork
This is a true story about a boy and
his dad.
One day I went fishing with my
dad in Dún Laoghaire. In the harbour
there was a big red ship which had
Sea Scouts on it. My dad said they
were training. It was the Irish Lights
vessel.
We were going out to Kish
Lighthouse. Our boat was a Galway
hooker named The Patricia.
My dad raised the sails and off
we went.
In the distance, we could see
a small lighthouse, but as we got
closer it got bigger and bigger, it was
very tall.
I wondered how many circles of
stairs there were in the lighthouse.
I saw two people at the top of
the lighthouse, leaning over the rail.
My dad said they were the lighthouse
keepers. He told me that their job
was to guide the ships into the
harbour safely.
The two men waved at us, and
we back at them. We went fishing
at the lighthouse and caught two
mackerel.
That night, we had the mackerel
for dinner. We told stories of the
lighthouse to my mum and two
brothers.
The next day my dad was in the
shed all day. I was not allowed in and
I almost go in every day!
When I went to bed that night,
my dad said to me, “Wake up, I have
something to show you.”
It was a lighthouse, with water
at the side that he had made for me.
Today, my dad still has the lighthouse,
forty years later!
Evelyn Cahill
Co Meath