English: Point of Ayre foghorn

English: Point of Ayre foghorn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The foghorn blows
Across the bay
A mournful song
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

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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8 Responses to Foghorn

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    We don’t have a foghorn in Fleetwood. The council just pays me to eat chilli on foggy nights instead.

  2. 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

  3. i’ve missed your rhymes 🙂
    now wordpress has updated i can catch up 🙂

  4. jrosenberry1 says:

    So beautiful! I wish I could write as beautifully as you write 🙂

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