Poem of the day, THE ROOKIE a poem I wrote for my son for his first white water boat race. KK Now I am a rookie known only by a few, I drive river racer boat number twenty two. The day of the race I am doing fine, as we leave the park I am third in line. I am setting low with throttle in hand, streaking down the river flying past the land. Like a green wing teal I shoot the rapids low, wondering how much faster will this thing go. My visor is wet and so is my seat, I now have cramps in both legs clear down to my feet. The motor is screaming nor missing a spark, I am tired already and we just passed Griffith park. I tried a move I thought was cute, I just shot down the right side through brushy chute. I came out the bottom with the throttle wide open, I was still afloat thats what I was hopen. A lot of white water looms up ahead, this stretch of river I really dread. As I streak under the bridge and make my turn, with the throttle half open I still have a lot to learn. I look up river with a lump in my throat, I just went past the second place boat. Now I set low in the boat and plant my feet, there is only one boat ahead and he is the one to beat. As I cut a corner I say what the heck, for me and the lead boat are now neck and neck. As fear grips me and it shows in my face, what do I do now for I am leading the race.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 18:13:52 +0000
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