The Titanic, a ship so grand
A marvel of engineering, a symbol of man's hand
It set sail across the seas, with such great pride
A journey of dreams, with no room for fright
Its elegance and beauty, a sight to behold
A symbol of wealth, a story untold
But in the depths of the night, came an icy blast
And the Titanic's fate, was forever cast
The ship of dreams, now lay beneath the sea
A tragedy that still echoes, for all to see
For those who lost their lives, on that fateful night
A legacy of love, that shines ever bright
Oh Titanic, a story of human might
A tale of courage, in the face of fright
A symbol of hope, that endures through time
A lesson in love, that will forever shine.
About the Creator
Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
By Morgan Longford2 days ago in Chapters
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