Unwind
UNWIND
Against the twilight so quietly
Sat this grand old lady of the sea
Her lines and curves still full of grace
She bobbed so silently in her place
Many repairs were guessed at hand
Once gotten out upon dry land
The trip from ramp to yard was slow
She creaked and moaned and groaned tis so
And once in the yard looked unloved and forlorn
The decks, the roof and the covers...all rotting and torn
And the heart of this dame once running at will
Her engines sat rusty...and silent...and still
But with screws and nails and paint and such
Was restored to her glory with a loving touch
With sweat on brow and laboured hands
This sad old lady would yet again be grand
So, as it was then...can it once again be
This grand old dame back out at sea
Copyright © Ingrid Pegram | Year Posted 2019
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