Just a dream …
The waves clash the grey rocks
And ships leave the docks
While the light house shines all throughout the night
The wicked storm shows its might
When the lightning strikes the ship...the see
I wonder if it’s the place for me.
In the morning, I hear the songs old and new
Sung by fisher men ,not all but few
As life goes on and the curtains of night drop
I see the bunny hop and the bubbles of day pop
And the light house with its mighty light
Shines throughout the dark and stormy night.
And I wake up in the morning
to know this was just a dream
Rachel Dsouza -7a