The Club's Results

First race back, a 06:30 alarm,

Rowing has a certain charm.

At the boathouse all was calm,

Except the blisters on my palm.

Down to marshalling, never late.

Make sure that you’ve done up your gate.

A delayed start- so then we wait.

Finally we row up and do not hesitate.

Nothing happened before first post, a lacklustre show,

After that we dug in and on we row.

Arms, bodies, legs- moving with the flow.

Pushing, clinging on, waiting for the whistle to blow.

Having never rowed in this combination before,

Anxiously waiting to hear our score,

We finished the race hungry for more,

Then paddled home, tugging on the oar.