Two big tankers lost their anchors –
They say it was a storm?
As Navigator sighed,
cowardly Frontier cried:
My anchor’s ‘neath the tide!
Blustery squalls and waves collide,
yet Navigator remains plied!
On we sail! No time to fluster,
until sight of lighthouse luster!
Though our anchors linger at sea,
our engines run able and free!

Filed under: Poems About Lesser Nautical Disasters, Mysteries and Wonders, Fascinating Facts, Trip Reports, The Horrors of Nature by Josh
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