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She rocks serene by the dockside, A rusty, battered old hull in Not so to the aging lake sailor, The "Old Man" visions a queen there, Past hazy lenses meander She dared the ice - gave it battle! His rugged heart cries "Avast"- The above item, while definitely not the world's best poetry, seems to capture part of what many of us felt during 1980, the "Year of the Scrap Tow". We have all been saddened by the passing parade of old (and some not-too-old) friends making their last trips, attended only by the none-too-gentle ministrations of uncaring tugs. Most of the freighters that we once thought were "old" have now passed from the scene, and many of those that seemed relatively new but a few short years ago are now the veterans of lake service. Yes, time passes far too quickly, a fact that is all too evident to the marine historian. If only there were some way that we could turn back the years and see again those steamers which were once so familiar to us all. The poem is reproduced (with, excuse please, a few amendments for which Ye Ed. must take credit or blame, as the case may be) from the July-August, 1961, issue of "The Bulletin", published by the Lake Carriers' Association. We thank our good member John Connelly, of Deer Trail, Colorado, for reminding us of it.
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