AND NOW THERE ARE THREE (Wicasset, Maine)

By J. Roscoe Hurst

Mighty Luther Little once in May

Sailed the ocean in an adventurous way.

Drawn to beacons on far distant shores

She obeyed her master as duty implores.

Shivering her timbers and pointing her jibs,

She took up the stress along each of her ribs.

Curvaceous and gallant she churned the bays

On sunny, windy and inclement days.

Lo, one spring night the vessel did reap

Water in her bilges ten foot deep.

Buffeted and broken on an unfriendly shore

Mighty Luther Little was seaworthy no more.

Damaged and twisted with many a scar

She resides in the shadow of the Morningstar.

The wreck of the Hesperus sits nearby.

Seas no longer will either ship ply.