Rowing Poem: When we rowed out at Christmas

When we rowed out at Christmas
Not a boat had moved that day
As all of us who love each other
Picked up an oar to row away

The air was rare yet blue above
The harbour
Whilst the river was as green as green
As I called out “forward to row”
To what was indeed a family team!

We easily left behind our puddles
But this was no race
Or training trip that day
Just those who loved each other
Rowing out on Christmas day

Soon we past the basking seals
And the old ship yard upon the shore
Until someone called out “easy up”
As out came the Champaign
Mince pies and fluted glasses

Now who could ask for anything more

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