Unwind

UNWIND Against the twilight so quietly Sat this grand old lady of the sea Her lines and curves still full of grace She bobbed so silently in her place Many repairs were guessed at hand Once gotten out upon dry land The trip from ramp to yard was slow She creaked and moaned and groaned tis so And once in the yard looked unloved and forlorn The decks, the roof and the covers...all rotting and torn And the heart of this dame once running at will Her engines sat rusty...and silent...and still But with screws and nails and paint and such Was restored to her glory with a loving touch With sweat on brow and laboured hands This sad old lady would yet again be grand So, as it was then...can it once again be This grand old dame back out at sea