Rowing Poem by JJ Evendon
Rowing
Oars pulled like blazed arrows
their sinew-driven blades lost in calamity,
stirring mighty vortices to dance in their wake.
Bow nodding with strained approval,
cuts through water made of rain.
The oars, released, pass through air
only to return to the depths once again,
their exertion quickening a rite of passage.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sport
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