English: Point of Ayre foghorn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The foghorn blows
Across the bay
A mournful song
Reverberates
Across shining water
Skipping like a stone
It seems to tell
Its story through its tone
Of days spent lonely
Lost to love
A melody in minor key
A single note
The foghorn blows
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We don’t have a foghorn in Fleetwood. The council just pays me to eat chilli on foggy nights instead.
LOLOLOL!!! 🙂
I love the sound of the sea… the boats out in the distance… the foghorn… all of it… got it here about an hours drive from here and I love spending time there 🙂 Great poem Sis xxxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂
i’ve missed your rhymes 🙂
now wordpress has updated i can catch up 🙂
Thank you, that’s so kind!! 🙂 🙂
So beautiful! I wish I could write as beautifully as you write 🙂
But you do write as beautifully, probably more beautifully in fact!!! But thank you for your kind words, they are much appreciated!! 🙂