Thursday, September 15, 2011

Head of the Charles

The boiler room
Is where I sat
That day we
Kept steady; pulling full pressure
With you @ stroke
Our bow soon took

And we’ll move on
Lives away from these
Awesome as we are;
For we have wagered much
to claim our simple struggle.
Liberty shall come to the unassuming oar.

Signaling her fatigue
@ our refusal to open up
Before us bore life
With her flow
 the Connecticut.

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