Ode To The Stevedore-PPOW

Arms folded, standing on the shore, He studies the huge ship.

Muscled in mind and body,  a claymore handed down, hangs heavily at his hip.

Family trade, raised and emplored, "Be this, Oh! Dorey," His Grandfather cries." Be a Stevedore!"

Ready he is, the seashore his throne, it has bore up his weight, what comes? A sight to deplore?

Ore-hearth, such weight that it is, to come ashore,  and his skill they implore,  a crew, this he needs, men of Orechnova,  and these he will explore!

Strong like he, imports or not, they unload the caracores ,dragged to and stacked, upon the shore, the other, the chore still waits, just off shore.

A mighty man, Dorey, to control the crew, one called Jorey, a Slovakinan, two not of same line,  tests him, Mighty Dorey, on the shore, The Portuguese, another Stevedore fine.

All knots undone, nothing left but the twine.

The Stevedore, Dorey,  his might to be tested,  he packs and he pulls, he lifts and he places, all with such ease,

Jorey of Orechnova,  Dorey has appeased.

Stevedores all, but just he reigns, the toughest and smartest, the known giant of the shore,

The Union men come, it is Dorey they implore, To get the job done, one ore-hearth it must come,  it must be unpacked  and and safely come ashore,

So Dorey the learned man, dock hand, standing tall, calls out to the men, "Come all of you, you great men,!"  "All of you, you Stevedores.!"

"This job we must do, and carefully now,"  " Let's get this unloaded, let's get it ashore,!"

So hard did they work, the Stevdore's team, up beyond the seashore, the Oreads did drop the day's catch, huge and pink, many albacore,

And watching they were, those Stevedores, with the core of their  being, to order they worked, unpacking and shifting, all to restore,

With muscles galore, with no Moidore that was paid, the Stevedores work, they shoved and they swore, till time it appeared, the ore-hearth, the chore,

The got all the Detritivore, hungry for fungi, and round their wet boots the trochophore also did swim, 

Dorey was ready, so muscled and trim.

They came for the last load, the Oregon lumber, in tightly drawn knots, only a Stevedore could tie,

And only the strong Stevedore,  his knowledge a must, only they could untie that knot, and that is no lie!

The bundles contained a variety galore, first Oregon alder, then ash, and some cedar, and fir, and some maple, and sweet smelling  pines,

The booklore for this, would make even great Stevedores of Orera, it would make them whine.

Now it was time for the last of their test, the Stevedores stopped, to rest and restore,

Their muscles and wit, for the last to unload, the last giant bit.

Together they lined the ore-hearth's sides, six men to each, Dorey implored," Let's get this dammed thing,! Let's get it to shore,"

And with combined lift, and their ancestoral might, from father to father, and down then to son, Dorey and his brother men, unloaded, this, this the last test, for this crew, these men,  the mighty Stevedores! And then off they went, smiling again, smiling at setting sun, these men,  well for these men, the job it was done.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ellen Backy