Dredge

Dredge

On this river that drains

From the port where we dock

To the old ship once prowled

There is a way to sail through

With help for a berthing

It is the dredge that clears

A channel for ship on the sea

Even now a sail cannot be seen

To be certain rough hands

Will do their digging 

Nobody wants to see the truth

Brought up from the bottom

For everyone to see it's colors

Deposited on the shore

They just want a clean channel

Our ship raised a flag to say

What it believes in the waves

And while the waters try to fill

What was hidden in the depths

The channel is open for all

Barry G. Wick