High, High.
FiX it at the eye.
Dip deep and
Twist, twist.
Let the movement flow to your wrist.
Flick Flick.
Then come back quick!
Again again,
Endure the pain.
It's not long
But a mere half hour.
Your muscles turn sour.
You really hate this routine
This robotic sequence.
Chest heavy.
Aching left.
Oxygen deficeint.
It's like courting death.
But somehow.
the fight must go on.
It will not end prematurely.
Surely.
There must be a day.
When all is right.
And the stroke is there to stay.
RoW roW, row away.