Another morning 5 am All ready, time to go. Step outside Warmer air than yesterday With a breeze rolling in. Down to the lake in record time I settle in to wait Then, a message... " You are coach boating Come wait outside By the benches FAST!" Quick! Move! Gather warm clothes Run down to the dock Careful not to stumble. Made it. Bundle up Layers of clothing, fuzzy socks, fleece gloves. Ready and waiting. The team comes down Boats perched on their shoulders Soon to roll gently into the water. Swiftly they launch Into the darkness Bow lights blinking. Away I go A grateful guest Watching from the coach boat. Blades dip, into the water Rowers ready to move as one Coxswains guiding their crews. Start at the catch Lean forward Arms extended. Powerful legs ready To move the boat. Arms pull To the finish. Ready to release then Return to the catch. Together, The boats travel. Across the lake And back again Working hard against the wind. Elegant, Fluid, Strong.
Hi there, welcome to the slice of life! I enjoyed your poem and could really feel your frosty toes and cheeks aglow (it's end of summer here, so I had to really 'feel' it!)
ReplyDeleteYour poem is filled with great descriptions and reminds me of a winter day on Long Island, NY. We moved to Virginia two years ago and this winter has been cold and mild.
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