If I should grow old and dim of eye
with my memory shrouded in mist,
one sight I’d remember is the Annisquam Light
and I’d hope to see it like this.
The sky and the water perhaps bluer than true,
the boulders, a rich golden glow;
the textured ripples sculpt’d by the tide
’cause my photoshop helped keep it so.
© Marty Luster 2012