oars in my hands like an extension of my arms <br />i push water past the rowboat <br />propelling us on the shining waters of lake sheldrake <br /> <br />it is late summer, warm but with the slightest hint of fall in the air, sunshine...blue sky, you know the kind of day <br /> <br />Birdie, Jay, Sam and I row us all with great strength across lake sheldrake <br />enjoying the use of my arm muscles <br />if i could row us all to safety <br />i would row Birdie free of cancer <br />i would row some joy into Jay <br />and row Sam's hair back into his head <br />but alas the shore recedes like Sam's hairline<br /><br />Joanie Sobsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oars/
