A Poem 'The Light Of Hatteras'

The Light of Hatteras

A thunder rumbles far off into the distance
Loud but still humble
Without electrical assistance

Wind whipping faster
Waves growing fiercer
Although the light is still the master
Cutting through the strong norther

Standing tall and striped
On the edge of the waters
Of whose deadly seas are stereotyped
Surviving through the floodwaters

Seeking new adventures
Something just to keep it rouse
It wasn’t made for pictures
This is the Cape Hatteras