Post by Administrator on Dec 17, 2020 15:23:44 GMT
ANTARCTIC CHRISTMAS
We dropped the hook at Deception Isle,
To rest a bit, and pause awhile.
Amid volcanic ash and dust,
Our once white ship now streaked with rust.
Christmas came as Christmas will,
Killer whales cruise for a kill,
The mail arrives from friends we knew,
Gifts passed out to a lucky few.
My mother's fruit cake was great fun,
A tasty treat well laced with rum,
'Twas Christmas time in the polar zone,
Many thoughts of friends and sailing home.
The cake was shared with those around,
Odd where the Christmas spirits found,
A whaling station of long ago,
Where now a days few people go.
A feast we had that special day,
At a lonely island far away,
Within our ship all safe and sound,
The Christmas spirit all around.
Ian Adrian Millar
We dropped the hook at Deception Isle,
To rest a bit, and pause awhile.
Amid volcanic ash and dust,
Our once white ship now streaked with rust.
Christmas came as Christmas will,
Killer whales cruise for a kill,
The mail arrives from friends we knew,
Gifts passed out to a lucky few.
My mother's fruit cake was great fun,
A tasty treat well laced with rum,
'Twas Christmas time in the polar zone,
Many thoughts of friends and sailing home.
The cake was shared with those around,
Odd where the Christmas spirits found,
A whaling station of long ago,
Where now a days few people go.
A feast we had that special day,
At a lonely island far away,
Within our ship all safe and sound,
The Christmas spirit all around.
Ian Adrian Millar