I know a Saylor man

That has a real plan.

He sails the rough seas

With the winds blowing free.

Dark clouds are in the sky,

And lightning begins to fly.

The boat is very small,

But the sails are tall.

Trouble is in the air,

And the Saylor is in despair.

He sees the darkness at his side

As he watches the rushing tide.

The waves rise really high,

And the Saylor thinks he will die.

The water is coming right on in,

And the sails are getting very thin.

He looks up to see a tiny Light,

And it is shining just in sight.

It is the old Lighthouse out there

In the thickened night air.

The Light draws him closer still

In the damp nights chill.

Finally the boat landed on the Rock's base,

And the Saylor could see a smiling face.

With outstretched arms the stranger stood

Painting by: Lena Ayer Kittrell

Midi "Wipe Out" by: Victoria Lauren Carter