To all you seafarers sailing this day, <br />As forward you go on your weary way, <br />Through green waters of the English Channel, <br /> Past Lulworth cove and into Weymouth bay. <br /> <br />If you are down to the gunnels and need a new rig, <br />You may be lucky enough to pass a red rowing Gig, <br /> Just a feast for your eyes, much to your delight, <br />On the rowing club ladies, a most wonderful sight, <br /> <br /> It is a delight to watch the shapely maiden's row, <br />As they pull on their oars to make the Gig go, <br />And dipping their oars down for all they are worth, <br />To pull the boat forward through the raging surf. <br /> <br />Challenging the elements for all their duty, <br />Never have mermaids known such beauty. <br />So where ever you are in foul or fair weather, <br />Remember those ladies, who all pull together, <br /> <br /> I was in the bar with the harbour side view, <br /> A vision was passing from out of the blue, <br />Of those wonderful ladies pulling their Gig. <br />As they glide gently forward and back to their rig, <br /> And onward into my dreams.<br /><br />Anthony Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-the-ladies-of-the-portland-cornish-gig-rowing-club/
