Old Friends
Washed up, battered, left alone on a beach
Abandoned, unwanted, just left to rot,
Any chance of repair, way beyond reach
To sit here and rust it seems is our lot.
We once had a crew, brave trawlermen all
Who sang sea shanties while chasing the catch,
Storms did not best them, they'd face any squall
In the face of the beast, they had no match.
Now here we sit, we are wasting away
Our times out at sea, are now long since past,
Oh to pull anchor for just one more day
Alas it's over, for we've fished our last.
We once fought great waves, we battled rough seas,
To dock with full holds, now just memories.
Entry for
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Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
7/6/2019. Picture One. Placed =1st.
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