When I was a very young boy, my mother used to belong to a rowing club, a perk provided by her company to help employees stay fit. I liked sitting in the practice module attached to the main dock, sliding back and forth on the rollers of the tiny seat, my oars in the water, pretending I was in one of the shells out on the river with the adults. There is a magic in the shimmering water, a power in the feel of the oars, an exaltation in the gliding of the streamlined varnished hull past the poplars on the banks of the river. This poem brings back many of those feelings. I hope it says something to you. Be well.
ON THE WATER
The wind makes a web on the water.
The oars make a song.
The green makes and solves a mystery.
The city sleeps.
She practices a start –
half slide, half, three-quarters, full, full.
She pulls long into the morning,
faces where she was.
The water holds its secrets. The blades slip in and out.
Minutes pass like fish.
The hull skims across the lake.
The sun is in her hair.
Leaves emerge, soft as moths,
shiver in the wind.
Spring streams around her.
She is blooming.
The shell is a cradle.
This is birth.
Joannie K. Stangeland
Medico Musings 
I don\’t know much about rowing, Jorge, but the imagery in the poem was vivid enough that I could imagine myself on the water, gliding, enjoying the freshness of the day…
Thank you for an oasis of calm after a very hectic day.
Always,
Marge
i wish i could row…but i don\’t think i would fit in a boat right now…ha ha ha…
♥~♥ :oD the shortest distance between two people is a smile… :oD ♥~♥
I loved the poem. I have never had the opportunity to row a boat but not because I didn\’t want to.
Oh yes……………….this says it very cleanly. Being out on the water is the finest thing in my life. "The green makes and solves a mystery" Oh yeah………..
(lol) you must have better things to do than us "delinquents" who frequent these watering holes :Pp.S:dear Jorge, i could almost see you as a little boy in the row boat there…filled with wonder and amazement. i hope you never lose that sense of wonder, my friend 🙂 with affection, dawn
Good Evening Jorge,
What a lovely poem. Being a wter lover I defininately can relate to the soothing sense of it. Thank you for a beautiful image.
Until next time…Keep Smiling.
~*~Paula~*~
Reminds me of a time on the (can\’t spell the name) River in Michigan…. I was never good at it.
Have a good weekend..
Hugs,
Linda
Skulling. We have a Ruderverine (rowing club) here in Heidelberg and last week we had a big meet with races. These racers practice all year long and we watch as they row down the Neckar River and then back up against the current, the coach sometimes in a boat, sometimes on a bike, shouting instructions to the members. Yes, that poem was a clear and clean view point of those Skullers.
well Jorge
u lived in europ???
reaLLY WHT COUNTRY?
well rowing its a very intens sport..i think ppl underestimate rowing..
must feel awesome gliding trough the water
i wish u a perfect working week
bye now
That is a very pretty poem. Rowing definitely looks like it would be a great way to keep in shape! I have always loved water. When we lived in Germany my Mom, my sister and I used to take bike rides every evening beside the canals. I have always loved water. When we were in Chile and visited near the sea, I probably drove Armando crazy because when the sea was in focus along the side of the highway, I kept saying Oh It is beautiful. It is soooooooooo beautiful over and over again. On the way back, I repeatedly had him stop and let me take pictures. I was rather sad to leave that sea behind. I just wanted to look at it forever. LOL
Abrazos,
Michelle
It\’s very nice to be back. Remember all the fairy and goddess pictures I had on my Space about three years ago? Well they were the problem. Seems MSN decided after all this time that they didn\’t think they were appropriate in my storage. I like to go down to the lake and watch the UW Husky rowers. Unfortunately here in Washington we have a new month. It\’s called Junuary. It has been so cold, and they got a foot of snow in the Cascades the other night.
Blessed be
Helloooo! Been too long since I\’ve visited….Oh, when I went kayaking a couple years ago, I loved it – I want to do it again and the time keeps passing and I\’ve not done it – we had a drought, and that made the waters too shallow here, but the rains are coming back – ahhhhh!
Yes, there is a magic to rowing. Perhaps that\’s why I\’ve always been attracted to it, even as I seem to fear it almost. Dragonboat racing is on my someday dreams list. The thought terrifies and excites me at the same time. All you have is the moment – it seems to me to be a form of meditation, rowing.
Merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream.
Good Evening Jorge,
An early wisit to wish you a loving, peaceful, and relaxing Father\’s Day.
Until next time..Keep Smiling.
~*~Paula~*~
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