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The
Fog Horn
Listen ....do you hear
it.....the fog horn it does sound
Through the mist it searches, for some
familiar ground
Calling...wailing...for
some unseen there boat
To safely guide it
through the fog, a special private note
The house it sits an
watches, safely calling home
Out to those ships
passing, for fear that they may roam
The stillness....the
loneliness....the horn it does cry
Then out of nowhere a
sound.... finally replies
I hear the call.... it
cries to me...my homeland far away
The mournful cry doth
call me... the light...a hope...a ray
My heart its restless, an
yearning, indeed I dare not roam
One
day I will return, as the fog horn calls me home
*picture taken by Ole Grumpy LOL
Mr.
Blue luvs takin pictures, I'm sum proud of the shots he takes.
Keep
atter hun ;)
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