Hundreds of miles from anywhere
Yet just a few feet from death
Your skill now, right here
Is being tested
Like never before
Can you put her down
There on the sand bar
In that river mouth
Where fish fly and vanish
Engine splutters, passengers clutch
Skipper cries... we are going down
F….! this is not happening.
The hot metal smell
Burns their noses
Suddenly it is all wrong
And the world twists below
Spins and takes on a new dimension
Suddenly you need your God
Spiralling down, down and
Then comes the gut thud
The sickening truth
We are going down
in a hard place boys…..
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