Tugboats and the Moon
Other places have their charms,
Like oceans, mountains, forests, farms
And I can visit and admire
Why they match someone’s desire
Yet no matter where I roam,
The city is, for me, my home.
Back in town from out of state,
My river walk did me await
And right away, what did I see?
A perfect moon, there just for me
And then, beneath that glowing sliver,
Gliding past upon the river
Two cool tugboats made me smile,
Doing tugboat work in style.
Mountains may make many swoon
But give me tugboats and the moon.
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