Forward Rowing. A poem.
An exponent of front-looking rowin’,
When asked by onlookers unknowin’,
Explains with a grin
That it really suits him,
‘Cos he likes to see where he is goin’!
Sure it’s not quite the way oars are seen
Articulated and facing aft of beam.
But with standard oars the view
That confronts you anew
Is of everywhere you have just been!
So despite the occasional stare,
Like all thinking people who care
He likes to see -
Just what confronts he;
At each bend, at each snag - everywhere.
Do you walk backwards in life he exclaims?
It would be silly and daft he explains!
Why not be like me He announces with glee -
I always arrive - where I aims!