With every stroke
You feel your ancestors within you
As you yell the call to move right
It's as if you are one
As you reach to take another stroke
You feel the strength within your veins
And paddle out to the ocean
You see as your past
Sliding behind
As you paddle into the sunset
Your future lies ahead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May I have your permission to print this poem to a dear paddling friend of ours who just passed.