I'm not sure how many coxing poems there are out there, but the only thing I ever seem to be able to write for writing classes is crew stuff, and I figured I'd put this up there to see if anyone would like to read about coxing in "fancy language".

Enjoy, and good spring seasons to all!

Mere words seemingly begin the escape-
Intense calls pushing, forcing, urging on
Reaching deep to find the energy tap
Of bodies surging forward to the dawn.
But those whose labors thrust the shell upward
Must feel a sense of flying quite unlike
The oar-watcher who sees boat-wings outspread
And waiting, hovering, for time to strike.
When blades can hit still water underneath-
With driving force to push hard towards the stern
While making black liquid sink down beneath
The sleek shell lifting up as oars return.
Go - glide remembering what's come before
And yet soar looking forward even more.

Ninthgirl

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