Push out the boat and let us row downriver,
Under bridges and around each curving bend.
Dipping the oars as cleanly as we’re able,
And pulling strongly, to reach our journey’s end.
The currents are quite powerful as we travel,
And concentration has to be intense,
But we will keep a rhythm in the doing,
And on completion, thrills will be immense.
Push out the boat and let us row upriver,
Gliding through the water like a dream.
Such a sight, is this vessel when in motion,
As we together, make our way upstream.
In control, there can be nothing nicer,
Great fulfilment with each stroke that’s plied.
A Sunday afternoon of such sheer pleasure,
When skimming o’er the water, starry-eyed.
© Ernestine Northover
Well your words made it from your head to the pages to all of us here, in this delightful write....Water, anything water, the surf always captures my heart strings and this is no exception. Thank you for sharing this work of your art..~~marci.xo. :) ~~
I don't know if you felt it when you wrote it, but I certainly felt it when I read it I think that this may be your top poem Ernestine, your golden cup so far WONDERFUL>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>YOU! Love duncan XXXXXXX
Ernestine, the imagery was lovely as it drifted along. I imagined I was in that boat with an or at each arm. Very relaxing and just what I need. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely restful English scene you have painted here. Great write. Love, Andrew x