Red spread the river
as they tunneled and
stirred
driving deeper and deeper
to ores reserved
the protests to silence
were groomed and cottoned
with heavy scraping hands
dropping through the bottom
and away down the breach
went the bore and the lake
all that remains
a little tugboat
left looking for its wake.
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2 comments:
One of my favorite stories when I was young, was about a little tugboat that found just how strong she really was towing in Giant Grey Steel ships.
little toot and tugboat annie come to mind. I cant remember which story is about a liner
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