The cacophony of panting on exhalation

The coxswain’s cadence without hesitation

Waves splashing on the gunwale shell

Grace and beauty like a Canterbury Bell

My spoon is fully squared at the catch

Nicely anchored, in the rowlock latch

Incessant sculling angle and pitch

Waiting for the Half Pressure switch

Using all our skill teamwork and such

Leading the regatta but not by much

Our Bow Ball crosses the finish line

Winning the race and feeling divine