Fourteen Below at Point Betsie Lighthouse Tumbler 20oz

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A chilling wind howls, a mournful sigh, As icy fingers paint the winter sky. The lighthouse stands, a beacon of hope's light, Against the storm's relentless, icy might.

The waves crash 'gainst the shore, a frozen scene, A winter wonderland, a haunting dream. The lighthouse keeper, brave and strong and true, Watches the tempest, as the night comes through.

The frozen grasses, like a ghostly crew, Stand guard around the lighthouse, silhouetted in the blue. The sky is ablaze with colors, a fiery show, As the northern lights dance, a mystic glow.

And in the distance, a lone ship's horn, A mournful cry, a warning forlorn. But still the lighthouse stands, a steadfast friend, Guiding the lost, 'til the tempest's end.