Pirates Cove Poem by Carole Cookie Arnold

Caps place a rustic local attraction
Travel by skiff is your only action
An island surrounding an old lighthouse
Built in a time when pirates did rouse

Tavern preserved in original detail
Teakwood and brass by those who sailed
Lighthouse their guide as rebels arrived
Bearing gifts marking an era revived

Twenty paces you enter mess hall for eats
Chickens freely roam as you grab a seat
Fresh sea catches are Caps menu choices
Heart of palm salad and liquored voices

Stroll the beach till lighthouse you reach
Wave breaking cries heard of lost who seek
Visions when unbridled thievery ruled
Murder, mayhem and treasured jewels

His-story of Mercy reveals great strength
Saving souls his mission in width and length
Value every heart is God’s righteous creed
Forever forgiving their unrighteous deeds

Lighthouse searches for every lost man
Guiding them to safety from distant lands
Thousand farewells cast light still calls
Showing his promise of a love that prevails

Diamonds in the rough purified by fire
Boundless lost hearts that he has sired
Had he not spared the rebel in me
This poetry you’re reading would never be.




by Carole Arnold