| Infinite Treasures Poetry |
| The Light House As ships passing in the night we are. Each with our courses laid out by far. Compass geared so as not to wonder from our highways of the sea. Many vessels lay shipwrecked for straying off their given destinies. Thus leaving useless, empty containers that was once the Captains dream, but now broken by storms that were unseen. Lose not sight of your port of call or change the direct that was given to all, for only disaster lies at the end. Stay lineal taking not an uncharted route, but if so, search for the light house. They guide ships in, warning of dangers hidden. Beacons of light you will see, follow the lights to home and safety. copyright 2002 Janice G. Presson |
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