You ply your trade with firm intent,
Without a mast, to circumvent
The break wall’s crushing firmament.
Though swift the tide,
Through storm churned waters sibilant,
You windward glide.
No galley serves a sweet repast,
Nor billow sails from mizzenmast;
From bow to stern of metal cast.
Though humble born,
The bridge is raised as you tug past,
And sound your horn.
Burns Stanza poetic form: Rhyming ~ 8 8 8 4 8 4 (A A A B A B);
Prompt: A Ship
Lesson 1 for Poetic Patterns III 10-07
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