Riding The Ferry To Vashon Island: Rhyming IMprov Poem

My daughter stands on the front of the Washington State Ferry making a run from Fauntleroy to Vashon Island. She’s in front of the cars, the bikes, the motorcycles, with little in front of her but the safely net and the salty spray. A friend takes her picture. 

The bow/
is how/
and the right way/
to ride the ferry.