Brisk winds linger at your face
from the cold Canadian breeze
as you fasten your pace
with beautiful skies such as these.

White paint rubbed off this old lighthouse
as you open the door and peek in.
You notice the roof starting to douse
and the walls are growing thin.

You ladder up the dark, creaky stairs
You approach to the top
and smell the fresh PE Island air
as from each ocean's drop.

Your eyes take all of the ocean blue.
You shiver from the excitement and the cold
as your skin musters up the morning dew.
You stand and watch as the ocean waves fold.