It’s tall, it’s white, it’s seen for miles
This beautiful building of old
Standing one hundred and fifty-one feet
A glorious sight to behold
Surrounded by rocks and colourful pebbles
A causeway connecting to shore
Your visit dictated by high or low tide
In winter, you’re chilled to the core
Children love playing in rockpools
Carrying their buckets and spades
In hopes of catching a starfish or crab
Of if lucky, to spot a mermaid
One hundred and thirty-seven steps there are
To climb to the top from the ground
But once at the top, in the flashlight home
You see beauty for miles around
This structure, so poignant, is seen from the air
It guides aeroplanes, during their flights
Magnificent photographs are captured here
When graced by the Northern Lights
I feel such a privilege that this is my neighbour
As I’m born and bred Tyne and Wear
That wonderful lighthouse of St Mary’s Isle
Our North East’s history, so dear
