PULLING the OAR.
By hercules
It was an awesome sight
Over a hundred gigs
Ploughing forwards
Fighting against the waves
Going up and down.
Within those gigs
There were hundreds of rowers
Going back and forth
Pulling the oars
With all their might.
In, out – in, out
Went those oars
Huge swells coming
Off the blades.
There were coxes too
Egging the rowers on
Shouting their throats dry.
All those rowers
Were taking part
In something big.
They were taking part
In the Isles of Scilly
World Gig Championship.
Author Notes: I used to take part in the Isles of Scilly races.
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