If I Lived in a Lighthouse

    “If I Lived in a Lighthouse,” Friend, Mar. 1990, 47

    If I Lived in a Lighthouse

    If I lived in a lighthouse

    On an island off the coast,

    There’d be lots of things to do

    To keep me at my post.

    I’d climb my winding staircase

    To watch for sailing clippers

    And sound a foghorn greeting

    To suntanned, seaborne skippers.

    I’d polish all the lantern brass

    On all my guiding lights,

    Keeping things in good repair

    For stormy, windblown nights.

    I’d look through my binoculars

    For passing, spouting whales

    And mend my many fishing nets

    And patch my puffy sails.

    Then, when all my work was through,

    I’d roam the sandy dunes,

    Collecting shells that washed ashore

    And whistling sailors’ tunes.

    Illustrated by Doug Roy