By j. scott sly
Huzzah, boys! The ship looks so grand,
standing amongst the marsh in Essex town.
The repeated ‘thud’ of the hammer blows,
knocks the blocks from her landed mooring.
She rocks and sways, and eventually she slides,
in a moment of violence,
with speed and near disaster she is born.
Birthed from tradition,
Ardelle dips her hull for the first time.
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