What frozen waste we do not know, <br />A million miles of ice and snow. <br />Where sled dogs broke a virgin path, <br />A continent where no man has passed. <br />Lost in time, it has no face, <br />No history in this unknown place. <br />Then came the day the seeds were sewn, <br />And man took on the great unknown. <br />To do what was not done before, <br />The curious gain that they strived for. <br />This challenge faced, unknown to man, <br />To conquer this Antarctic land. <br />And record it all for man to see, <br />And clearly make a legacy. <br />A gift to us, brave men bestow, <br />This continent lost in ice and snow. <br /> <br />7/15/05<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/antartica/
