I painted this as part of my occupational therapy following an accident in my garden.

THE ISLAND LIGHT

The Island light stands firm and strong

In all weather rough and raw

And even when a gale would blow

The light you always saw

Shining brightly lighting your way home

Beneath a fog-filled view

Spreading beams of welcome

Its prismatic light for you.

For ocean going cargo ships

And small sailing craft as well

The turning light a beacon

That would of safety tell

And so toward the light

Beneath a harvest moon

In calm water and fine weather

We’d be at home quite soon.