Captain William Robinson

by

Dr. Mark Winegar

Once only darkness
Greeted the White River ships.
Without a lighthouse
They were lost in the mist.

He came to the White River
With Sara, his bride.
Together they built
Their lighthouse with pride.

Lake Michigan's weather
Can be cold and damp.
But he stood on the shore
Waiving his lamp.

They built the lighthouse
Of limestone and bricks.
The Captain moved in
Back in 1876.

They raised eleven children
There on the shore.
Each little child knew
They must do their chores.

For forty-seven years
He worked through the night.
He knew the ship captains
Would search for his light.

They tried to retire him
Back in 1925.
He never would leave
Because the lamp was his life.

The Captain was sly.
He didn't take flight.
When they came for him
He had passed in the night.

His spirit walks by.
I hear the thump of his cane.
The lightkeeper is working.
He keeps the ships safe.

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