Row Away Poem by Patrick Czyz
Row Away
On gentle waters rests my boat.
Steady is its stance.
Calm is its float.
I've built it.
My own hands have steered it.
I've rowed joy from it year by year.
But even I am not God.
Wood fails with age.
From the ground of its mother tree
To the waters that are its father shoulders
My boat must return.
And I must let go and row away with my heart.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Alaska is home to millions of lakes. Rowing is a common and fun time passer.
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