Running Rapids Poem by Holmes Jim

I enter the swift at river right,
Pulled along in morning light,
Left full draw around a rock,
Slipping by with a gentle knock,

Down the river with mighty force,
I miss my line and veer off course,
Caught up now in a tidal chute,
I hold fast and run the route,

Boiling rapids rage and scream,
Hard cross draw to center stream,
Cresting waves that twist and churn,
I find the line, then start my turn,

Draw hard left as danger nears,
I settle in and face my fears,
Amongst the waves, I disappear,
Shot downstream, then reappear,

Calmer water greets me now,
Soaked and spent, I wipe my brow,
I eddy out and head for shore,
Resting now, then out for more.