The Lobster Port Poem

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At the lobster port, by the ocean's edge,
Where salty waves crash, and seagulls wedge,
Lies a bustling scene, with boats so bold,
As lobstermen work, weathered and bold.
Their traps are set, baited with care,
Waiting patiently, for lobster fare,
With rugged hands, they haul the pots,
Filled with treasures, from the watery lots.
In the lobster port, the catch is prized,
A symbol of hard work, highly prized,
With shells of red, and claws so strong,
A delicacy, that can't go wrong.
The lobstermen, with weathered faces,
Tell stories of the sea, in far-off places,
Of storms and struggles, battles fought,
To harvest lobsters, they've diligently sought.
The smell of seaweed, the salt-filled air,
The creak of ropes, the boats' repair,
In the lobster port, a way of life,
Where grit and courage, meet the knife.
So, raise a toast, to the lobstermen's trade,
In the lobster port, where dreams are made,
For it's a world of hard work, and salty spray,
A livelihood cherished, day by day.