THE CRUISE SHIP
The cruise ship had to detour at bay
At the dock they were turned away
Creeping through the waters fill with ice
They took a chance like the roll of a dice
Water frozen on both sides fifty foot high
It was almost as high as the sky
Make no sudden moves, not a whisper of breath
Any quick moves they would be crush to death
Copyright © Daisy Ward | Year Posted 2024
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