The Fog Horn

I remember as a little girl

no more than 8 or 9

travelling with my Nana

when summers were long

and days were full of time

We happened to be in Sydney

The place where I was born

I would wake up every morning

to the sound of the big Fog Horn

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

I wondered what this sound was

so I asked my Nana to explain

she told me it was a Fog Horn

to keep the ships at bay

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

She took my hand and off we went

on this foggy morn

Maybe we'd find the lighthouse

where the Fog Horn noise was born

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

The smell of the ocean was very strong

I could smell the salt and fish

it was still rather foggy

so I played on the rocks for a bit.

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

The sound of the Fog Horn was haunting

as I played upon the rocks

the memory of it warms me now

as I remember this childhood thought

EEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOO

Later in the  morning

the fog had cleared away

revealing itself to a

beautiful summer's day

A little girl and her Nana

would take the day to play

to find the special lighthouse

where a Fog Horn memory lays.