Through the Ice

by John Young

Clunking,
Clanking,
Churning.
Through the ice on the Peccadillo
She offers a slither of a microsm of life.
Crashing and crunching through the shards, now slush.
She keeps going.
Always forward.
As life.

She is strong and proud-
Of long rivets and welds rusty and old and....
And of much much more.

A carrier of memories
and of forgotten tales.
And now.. my comfy reliable trusty carrier of joy.