Smite the sounding furrows

From my bother in oars, Ski

Inspiration for the task at hand

Ski's old favorite "Ulysses" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson:

Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off; and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows . . . .

In case you want to read (or re-read) the full poem, here's a link.
Thanks Ski!

The above inspired the following

Cast off, shove away,
Unknown shores beckon.
N'er too late.
Dream, craft fate.

JDPaine