A Tugboat Named Mary
A tugboat named Mary
Was towing a barge.
The tugger was little;
The tuggee was large.
They glided on past
As the sun hit the river,
With engines a’chugging,
A load to deliver.
I marveled at Mary,
So cool and in charge,
Using all of her might
Just for hauling that barge.
It doesn’t much matter,
I’m sure you’ll agree,
If the strength and the stamina
Stem from a “she.”
Proud Mary is out there
To prove without fail
That for fortitude, one
Doesn’t have to be male!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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