I just returned from England and read about Chris McIntire’s death. He was one of my most delightful English students at Mt. Ararat in my advanced class in 2009. Here is a short poem he wrote in response to a prompt about candles:
Candle Redux
There is a ledge out in the bay
That sailors would hit night and day.
It is easy to run aground
Even if you are minding your way.
So they decided to build a light house
And hire a keeper to stay.
And so, now, it stands out in the bay —
A lovely little candle guiding the way.
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Janet Galle, Bowdoinham
