Granddad Breathed River Air
Granddad Breathed River Air
My grandfather worked on the river.
A tugboat captain was he by trade.
His jobs were diverse and he loved them.
Grandma and their children waited home.
As a teen, he helped ship a sculpture.
On the river he hauled in wrecked boats.
He tended the dredge for a train bridge.
For a lifetime he breathed river air.
Some days he came home to great laughter.
Tall tales and new pranks he always shared.
He caught fish for family fish fries.
When rested, river air called again.
Written 12/19/16
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2016
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