The Rapids
We fought to keep our craft on course,
The river raged in protest and in vain;
We fought against the pull of nature’s force
And turned our tiny boat towards home again;
We laughed at death; when saved you can pretend.
It was a moment to remember; time stood still.
It was a moment to remember, and I will.
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