As the sun sets on a distant horizon
Hues of red and gold turn gray and black
A waking storm seizes the tranquil sea
Fearless mariners face nature’s attack
Consumed by a plethora of violent waves
The storm tattered sail was ripped from the mast
Wind driven rain pelted the steadfast sailors
Their diminishing hope was unsurpassed
Unable to detect the course of his ship
A call of distress descends on the night
The summons is heard by Juliet
The Angels keeper and mistress of light
The temperamental fog bell has failed again
With hammer in hand from the gallery she fled
Perched on a stool for hours she sat
Striking the bell till her fragile hands bled
The unabated echo rang out through the night
Desperately seeking the ill-fated crew
Her gallant efforts did not go unheard
With mornings light the ship was in view
The waterlogged vessel passed through the gate
Docking safely within San Francisco Bay
Poised on the catwalk she smiled and waved
“Ahoy there Captain” he heard her say
Juliet Nichols, lighthouse keeper at Point Knox
An unsung heroine known by so few
Her memory is etched within the hearts
Of a most grateful Captain and Crew