My Lighthouse, My Sea

This poem was written in my school days, at the age of eleven.

I think of the lighthouse,
I see it in my mind,
A beautiful lighthouse,
The best of its kind.

I love to feel the sand,
Tickling my feet,
As I walk a mile,
Down that long stretch of beach.

As I smell the sea,
A salty smell,
I look at the gulls,
Hovering over the wells.

I look up at the sky,
At a sun so red,
And realize,
It's time for bed.

As I drift off to sleep,
I think I'll take just one last peek,
Out through the window of the lighthouse,
My lighthouse,
At the sea.

It's calmer now,
With the seagulls asleep.
And I continue to think,
Over and over in my mind,
Of the lighthouse,
My lighthouse,
My beautiful lighthouse,
The best of its kind.