Im running home, my work be done;
And so, today, my bread I've won.
I worked my nets and traps all day-
My bones be weary, my vision grey.
The old home light be calling me
Away from all that lay a'sea.
And now I look to hearth and roof-
For home be wind and weather proof.
This light was here a'fore my kin
And shall be here when once a'gin
My son's grandsons decide to leave-
Some strange new dreams for to acheive.
I'm night bound into Boston harbour-
For now I sha'n't go much farther.
Author notes
Tirell,
Sorry I didn't go into more of the history, but there was a line in the page you had us read that inspired this, so... Here it is! Thanks for the prompt, btw, it got me outta my funk!
A contest entry
- Boston Harbor/ Boston Light 10/20/2 quicky by Tirrell.
450 points, ended September 20, 2007, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
quack it up, baby!
Comments
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How unusual, I clicked the return the favor button and wow! I've read this one before lol, I wish I could click more bunnies for I still enjoy this one. Bravo!
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Excellent poem and certainly best choice for gold. loved the voice that came through in this. Congratulations.
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Perfect
Lol, actually this was a joy to read and was more of what I was hoping for, not as a historical per say but yet to be inspired by the historical light house...
great use of the prompt and best of luck in my contest.
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Thanks for the comment and the gold. I think I channeled this one from some old spirit of a boston fisherman. It came to me too suddenly for anything else, especially since I haven't felt like writing for so freakin long
Thanks agin!
Jenn
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fabulous
I love how melodic this piece is. You did an excellent job with the rhyme, too. Its difficult to pull off rhyming couplets without it sounding too wishy-washy. Wonderful!
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