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  • When my hands take up the oars
    It all comes back to me
    and like the wave's rushing tumble song along the shore
    I feel the pull of memory's long tide

    As I sit my body feels
    The shift and sway beneath
    And like lovers
    The boat and I embark

    In my mind
    The play of wind and current
    Noted, as my eye
    Picks a mark on the near shore
    Thus aligned
    I reach and pull
    Reach and pull
    Reach and pull

    The blades leave whirling prints
    Before the waves erase their touch
    Past the Point Field
    Past Enoch's Ledge
    Past the mid-channel buoy

    Reach and pull
    Reach and pull
    Time is all just
    Reach and pull

    And there so close among the water's laughter
    I think if we all passed so
    How wild the earth still could be
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