A northern wind and lighthouse,
Are arguing once more,
Their quarrel seems to be about,
Whom better keeps the shore.
“I have brought these sailors in! ”
The gale claims with a cry,
Then the beacon, to the wind:
“Without light, they would die”
Their fight continues for a bit,
Till the wind spits and howls,
For he grows tired of 'insolence',
And blows the lighthouse down.
Now shards of rubble line the shore,
The wind has won it's fight.
And though he's victor of his war,
The shore has lost the light.
Lazarus Knix
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