bell clanging in its dizzying arc, and rusted bracket
red and white paint mottled by salt slowly dissolving
tugging at its chain whose hollow clanks echoes the depths
How lonely yet inspiring, its only visitor the eternal gull
whose evidence of years passing has splashed its sides
'Outer Spit Buoy' the sign read by no-one but its creator
the shifting current which persuades another lopsided waltz
Vessels pass and noting its position avoid to Starboard
as to Port the safe passage blocked by underwater reefs
the white-caps to the experienced eye, signal danger
and by night its lamp winks out the same message
"I am here, have no fear, the way is clear..."