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martin Nov 2011
I am a poem
And I have feelings
I need to be respected
So read me to the end
Please
Or I'll feel
Neglected
martin Nov 2011
I love my work, I love my dogs
I love my wife, I love my life
It's not that I don't want to stay
But I'm looking for adventure
So I have to go away.

I'll never say I'm cold again
Not after being here
The stars will  never shine so bright
The air will never seem so clear.

Not many people witness this
It's not a people place
Where the sun stays up all day and night
And the earth meets outer space.

There's not much food down here,
Just krill and fishy treats
No vegetables will ever grow
And you can't go out to eat.

Some say this  place will drive you mad,
Nothing but ice and snow
Others that it gets to you
Like nowhere else they know.

Now I'm ready, soon I go
To the cold round bottom of the globe.

I will be busy, but there may be times
In those quiet moments that I find
To sit and reminisce
About the other cold round bottom that I miss
The one I left behind.
Rob has gone to the British Antarctic Survey base as a mechanic for 15 months. He reports that a white Christmas is looking likely.
martin Nov 2011
Harry Patch, Harry Patch
Last man standing
Who saw so many, many fall
Beyond our understanding

Your body is weak, and your time must come soon
But your will is strong and your spirit shines through

You've lived so long, now you must be strong
And tell those tales of fear and regret
The ones you tried so hard to forget
Written just before he passed away, he was one of the last surviving 1st World War veterans.
martin Nov 2011
Grandma was missing a tooth
The thatcher was there, at work on the roof
Then Lilly came down on her school holidays
And played in the pool
Or went out for the day

We all think she's great, a smart little girl
Her future looks bright as a citizen of the world
She likes to talk to me, and you
She knows what's false and she knows what's true

She likes to have fun, and can be quite silly
But sometimes she needs to be serious Lilly
Then she was gone, leaving a shortbread brontosaurus
Saying thank you Grandma, for all you've done for us.

— The End —