Row,
row, row, their boat,
Gently
down the stream.
Hit
a bump, broke and ore,
What
does all this mean?
Paddle,
paddle, paddle their boat,
The
other broke as well.
Slammed
some brush,
Tipped their boat,
And
now they’re in a swell.
Float,
float, float their boat,
Swiftly
down the stream.
Made
it safely to the shore,
Their
trip was not a dream.
With new ores and another day of
practice, race day was smooth sailing.
Besides canoeing they biked and ran.
'Team Swollness' which consisted of
my son and his friend, came in second.
15 comments:
Love how you wrote this. Man's sounds like it was a very good thing they practiced :)
Hmm.. that was one bumpy boat ride. Looks like things worked out in the end.
What a ride! Loved your poem~
You should take up a career in musical lyrics. Might be millions in it for you. Darn, boat troubles, but good job on the coming in 2nd.
You are good. I can just picture their frustration (ha ha). Don't you love learning experiences?
Nice poem. That looks like so much fun even though things were a bit bumpy. :)
This is cute and funny! Love your blog and will keep checking in!
Second doesn't sound like they did too bad. All that practice paid off.
Haha, sounds very...merry. :D
Bad luck turned into 2nd place. Way to go!
Man that looks like fun...well, except for the little troubles along the way.
2nd place - Wow that is actually pretty good. I don't know how I do it but whenever I ride in a canoe I always find the submerged stick or rock shoal just below the waterline so I guess I could win FIRST PLACE in capsizing? W.C.C.
I love your poem. Feel free to link this up if you like:)
Congrats to your son! Love your poem. I sang it to myself in my head. :D
those are much more approprite pictures of what to do with a canoe than the one i posted after christmas with the "snowmen" in it! found you at saturday laughs.
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