Lighthouse Keeper’s Tribute

Stubbornness is often said
   To be a trait we all should dread.
Sometimes though it’s plain to see
   It watches over you and me.

Look at the beauty a lighthouse gives
   Brightening shores where ‘ere you live.
We take for granted that pretty sight
   When seen by day, but what by night?

Storms roll in to blast the shore
   And seem the worst when people snore.
When most people go to bed
   There still is a lot to be said.

Lighthouse keepers look up to skies of gray.
   Storm clouds make the moon go away.
Sea’s roll in, smashing water high
   As if raining upward into the sky.

Temperatures fall, making water ice.
   All burrow in, even the mice.
Ice coats sidewalks, catwalks, rails,
   Windows and foghorn, stopping the mails.

When pea soup fog came rolling in
   Engines were cut amid foghorns’ din.
Flu season be damned, they went about
   Assuring their horn’s mighty shout.

Summer, winter, spring and fall
   Regardless of weather, through it all
Lighthouse keepers tended lights and horn.
   From all dangers, strangers were warned.

Anonymous lighthouse keepers kept the watch
   Whether healthy or well, battening the hatch.
Lesser men couldn’t take what they got
   But lighthouse keepers were a stubborn lot.

More men would have died, and women too,
   If lighthouse keepers relied on brew.
Instead they faithfully kept light and horn
   Through the night and into the morn.

Their faith in God and service to man
   Stand many times taller than
The tallest lighthouse tower you see
   As a tower of power for you and me.

So while you pass a lighthouse tower
   Think of behind the scene power
Of a stubborn man braving nature’s fury
   Protecting strangers, no favor to curry.

Loneliness broken by wife and kids,
   To some it would be hitting the skids.
Lighthouse keepers stayed firm on the rock,
   Sometimes with a boat on the dock.

Lighthouse keepers were saving souls
   By light, horn, and boat, what ‘ere nature doles.
Thanks were anonymous as sailors passed by
   But better that, than for sailors to die.

The Lighthouse Service filled a great need.
   Motivated by service, never by greed.
Though they reached the end of their time
   It would positively be a crime.

If we didn’t take the time to say
   “Thank you for being there night and day.
As you retire and take your rest
   Know your example was of man’s best.”

We kids who lived in lights with you
   Could see firsthand all you do,
Your coping with every kind of strife
   Taught we kids how to deal with life.

··· Michael Bauchan ···
  
Cheboygan Crib Light

Cheboygan Crib Light

Established: November 1, 1884
Position: 45° 39.5' N, 84° 27.88' W
Gordon Turner Park
Cheboygan, Michigan
Characteristic: Occulting Red 2.5s
Elevation: 36-feet
Range: 10 nautical miles
Structure: 25-feet high cast iron Tower
Deactivated: August 6, 1929

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Web Author’s note: Michael Bauchan, son of Louis Bauchan who was the last civilian Light-keeper of the U.S. Lighthouse Service, wrote this poem in tribute to American Lighthouse Keepers.  Light-keeper Bauchan served at five Lighthouses on the Great Lakes and the Lighthouse Tender “Sumac.”  On April 20, 2003, Louis Bauchan, age 91, passed away at his home in Cheboygan, Michigan leaving a Light-keeping legacy preserved by a detailed photographic account of his days in the U.S. Lighthouse Service and later the U.S. Coast Guard.

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Document Updated:
Monday 02 Jan 2006, 10:02:00am EST (GMT-4)

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