Young Storykeeper Volume III

72 | STORYKEEPERS VOLUME III AGE EIGHT | 73
THE BIG LIGHTHOUSE AND THE
LITTLE GIRL
THE LIGHTHOUSE
Once there was a girl called Amelia. She
was four. Amelia had a big sister called Zoe.
It was a bank holiday in the small Polish
town at the seaside.
Amelia and her older sister and their
parents were packing up. The whole family
was driving to the lighthouse at the Baltic
Sea.
Amelia was dreaming about seeing
the lovely Batlic Sea from the top of the
lighthouse. She had never done this before.
Soon they arrived at the lighthouse in
Hel. Amelia was so excited, she couldn’t
wait…
Suddenly, when she looked at
the lighthouse, Amelia felt scared. The
lighthouse was higher than she had thought.
It was very, very high, and it looked terrifying.
Amelia was frightened. But she said nothing,
she hugged her sister very tight.
“Let’s go and buy tickets,” said Dad.
“Children under the age of four cannot
enter the lighthouse. Lucky you, Amelia,”
said her mum.
Amelia was afraid to go in.
Inside she saw the ticket booth, but she
was lower than the table and she couldn’t
see the toys and souvenirs at the counter.
The ticket seller looked at Dad
doubtfully and pointed at Amelia.
“How old is this little girl?” he
asked.
Amelia put up her little four
fingers.
“I’m four,” she said.
“Oh! What a lovely
little girl.” The man
looked down.
“Is it your first
time visiting the
lighthouse?”
“Yes,
this is my
first time
going
to the lighthouse,” Amelia
whispered with fear.
“I’ll tell you something, for children like
you we have a raffle,” he said.
The ticket seller took out the box with
the lottery. Amelia pulled out a toy with her
little hand.
It was a goldfish!
Amelia jumped up with a big smile.
The fish had shiny scales.
Amelia ran up to the top of the
lighthouse forgetting about her fear. Her
family climbed after her.
When she got there, she and her
goldfish watched a beautiful view of the
Baltic Sea.
That was Amelia’s best bank holiday
ever!
Adela Jablonska
Co Dublin
Red and white like a candy cane,
The lighthouse sits there even in the rain.
Mermaids sit on its rocks,
And the light shines out like a ticking clock.
Giving out its shining beam
Looking like something from a fairy tale scene.
The lighthouse cares, the lighthouse loves,
loves to see white flying doves.
Secrets about pirates and selkies,
about mermaids and kelpy,
are stored inside like a treasury,
in the lighthouse’s memory.
Seals, crabs and fish go leor,
are swimming at its sea floor.
Dolphins ride every surfing wave
And dive into its deep water shade.
The wind blows and never fails
To shake about ships’ sails.
The wind screeches and the wind gales,
And makes the rain come down in pails.
When the lighthouse helps a ship or ferry,
It feels awfully merry,
Saving us from a shipwreck,
the lighthouse always keeps everything in check.
A lighthouse is an important thing to us all,
Standing there so proud, strong and tall.
Louise Murphy
Co Dublin
THE LIGHTHOUSE
I wish I owned a lighthouse,
One big and strong,
With a big enormous light,
That shines all night long.
I would direct all the boats
And tell them where to go,
And when it’s foggy I would sound the horn,
to help bring them home.
I am like a traffic light on the sea
directing all the boats safely home to me.
Lily-Rose Healy
Co Meath