A COTTAGE BY THE LIGHTHOUSE NEAR THE BEAUTIFUL SEA
By Barbara Doyle Ward
I recall the memories of my childhood in the cottage
by the lighthouse near the beautiful sea.
Times that I spent fishin’ my father and me &
picnics we shared together with
my mother just us three .
Days I spent walking along the sandy beach
Leaving my foot prints behind,
Picking up shells & driftwood
While the sun glistened and shined.
Listening to the sea gulls
With their funny calls & whines.
As I waded the pools of water
that the tide left behind.
As a storm would come in
With the fog & the wind,
The foghorn would bellow & blow
Back from the mist the wind would hiss
with the bellowing echo.
I remember how I’d sit
With the fire place lit
And into the fire I’d stare.
I would enjoy the warmth
Of the fire in my mothers
old wicker chair.
The fire would roar
With colors galore,
From the driftwood we found,
at the near sandy shore.
Now I live in the country
That’s so peaceful & serene
With my flowers & wild life
Painting a different scene.
My children are close by
With their families of four
With lifestyle that differs,
from days of yore.
There is a special place in my heart
As will always be
Of the cottage by the lighthouse
Near the beautiful sea.
Barbara Doyle Ward 1972 (A Coasties Wife)