Icy cold winds
batter the sides
the boat is trembling
As the barge collides.
It's our watery home
we have known no other
never settled on land
Never needed to bother.
Living is simple
making a bob or two
gliding on canals
With our son and crew.
Fuel increases
but we sail away
our home on the water
Gets better each day.
Transporting goods
from place to place
tons of room
Loads of space.
We wouldn't change
this way of living
free of stress
And so much giving.
The barge is our sanctuary
may she live on
when buildings and land
Have eventually gone.
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