As first light rises I hear the beat of the tom tom calling me
THE SMOKE OF THE FIRES STILL GLOWING
and its time to begin
THE MIGRATION TO THE NORTH
tribes gather anxiously in celebration
FOR WHAT WILL MOST CERTAINLY BE WAITING
a clash with destiny
THE GREAT LAKE OH YE CHAMPLAIN
and the river Richelieu
WAITING PEACEFULLY DOES SHE SUSPECT
the horde marching north to conquer her?
AFTER 18 months of planning the time is now.
Rock N Row's first adventure row begins.
To my fellow warriors, may we Rock, may we Row.....
indivisible, under God, one club forever!
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