September 13, 2019
Photo by Eileen Kennedy
Song of the Paddlers [excerpt]
A Poem by Herman Melville
Dip, dip, in the brine our paddles dip,
Dip, dip, the fins of our swimming ship! How the waters part, As on we dart; Our sharp prows fly, And curl on high, As the upright fin of the rushing shark, Rushing fast and far on his flying mark! Like him we prey; Like him we slay; Swim on the foe, Our prow a blow!