I walked along the city harbor one day
When a bright red tugboat anchored ashore
The captain unloaded supplies from aboard
“Ahoy, Where is the shop Salt Away”?
Around the bend captain and down a tad
They have fish and bate all you need
“Thanks mate and so I will go see”
Promise you nothing in the store is bad.
The skipper took his supplies to trade,
And then he returned to his red tugboat.
Good bye my mate and drifted afloat
The pier looked bare and almost afraid.
I continued to walk along the dock
And I watched the red tugboat sail away.
Shortly three tugboats hovered this way
All traveled in single line creating a block.
No other ship could go through their line
Suddenly one craft sped away,
And it created such a large sway,
The other vessels just drifted out of line.
The wild wave swelled so far that the red boat
Rocked back and forth creating a big splash
“You crazy seaman” cried the captain in a flash
And so the tugboat cruised on in a slow float.
The sun slowly went down to end another day
And the tugboats were now far-off from the port
There was not a lot of activity around the seaport
I am just glad all went safely on their way.
Written in story like form for children in mind.
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