Edwin H Gott arrived in Two Harbors with calm seas and a moonlit night.
In Agate Bay, where waters kiss the shore,
The Edwin H Gott laker comes once more.
Her steel frame etched by moon’s ethereal glow,
She sails with purpose, steady and slow.
Two Harbors waits, a haven in the night,
A peaceful port 'neath heaven’s silver light.
Guiding her in, with strength in full display,
She finds her way as darkness starts to sway.
The cargo waits—iron ore’s heavy song,
A tale of journeys, both arduous and long.
Yet for this moment, all is calm and still,
As moonbeams dance on water, hill to hill.
In silent grace, she docks without a sound,
While sleepy Two Harbors barely stirs around.
In Agate Bay, where past and present meet,
The Edwin H Gott rests—her voyage complete.
---- Anonymous ----
