The abandoned lighthouse is turning a dull red pink

As it weathers under the hot Curacao sun

It is quite derelict in parts which is a little sad

As once it brought light to the land and sea

A solitary white path partially covered by fine sand

Leads to the tower and the outbuildings

We are at present sitting in the warm shadows

Enjoying a coke as it is far too hot to eat

You are reading Islands in the Stream 

And I am writing this poem on my salty pad

Using a pencil that has seen much better days

 

 

Written on a visit to Klein Curacao by Will and Jane