THE FOGHORN

The night is fog enshrouded
The foghorn sings its tune,
In the dark, like some great wolf
That serenades the moon.

It calls to night-time sailors
And keeps them to their path,
It guides them on in safety
To home and wife and hearth.

A tireless protector
Of those within its keep,
Those men who ply the waters
While others of us sleep.

Unceasing in its vigil
It sees its duty clear,
While sailors journey onward
Their voyages free of fear.

The night is fog enshrouded
The foghorn sings its tune,
In the dark, like some great wolf
That serenades the moon.

COPYRIGHT D M PAMMENT 2009