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South with Endurance

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We’re all heading south with endurance.

We must do it with goodness and grace.

Our huskies are straining

the snowdrifts are deep.

Crevasses gape open

together we leap.

We’re all heading south with endurance.

 

Sometimes our barque gets

seized up in the ice and

we’re stuck and we’re frozen and cold.

We need a hero to take that big chance

to be valiant, decisive and bold.

But we have to trust when he’s off on his own.

Will he forget us or will he return?

You need to be brave when you’re out there alone.

When you’re heading south with endurance.

 

But maybe it’s us that will take that great chance,

independent, adventurous, free.

With our favourite husky tucked under our arm

Mrs Chippy as our company.

The sail of John Caird is unfurled in a trice

the penguins are waving goodbye.

But it’s not for too long, we’ll return when we can

So when we sail off please don’t cry.

 

We’re all heading south with endurance,

to that final last hole in the ice.

But if we face our tribulations,

if we listen to this great advice -

everyone here is a hero.

We need to be, just to survive

As we all head south with endurance.

Worth the pleasure of being alive!

 

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 29th Nov 2009 11:28

Thanks, Ann. I stand corrected. I'm puzzled as to why I did take it as North TO South. I think it was the word 'heading' which implies directional movement; and then, 'huskies', pack dogs common to the North (and obviously the South as well - apologies)
Is it acceptable to lift the title of a book straight over to another art form? I ran into this problem with 'The Kiss', the title of a very famous painting.

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Ann Foxglove

Sat 28th Nov 2009 18:58

Mrs Chippy was the ships cat, by the way.

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Cate Greenlees

Sat 28th Nov 2009 18:50

Hi there Anne... a good poem. Heres another take on it though.... when my shares are heading South I dont take it with goodness and grace.... I take it with a lot of huffing and puffing and swearing and moaning. Now North, thats another matter!!
Ive always been fascinated by intrepid explorers who boldly go where no man has gone before {to coin a phrase.}

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Ann Foxglove

Sat 28th Nov 2009 18:30

Hello Cynthia - why do you think this poem is about the north when it's called SOUTH with endurance I wonder. ANYWAY, it is inspired by my love of and fascination with the Shackleton expedition to the South Pole. I have a wonderful book of photographs taken on the voyage, amazing that despite all the hardships they carried loads of glass negatives with them. Their ship was called the Endurance, and the book I have is called South with Endurance. It always seemed to me to be a great title, and an analogy for life, South = down =into the grave. But unlike the more famous Scott expedition, all these chaps survived. Their ship did get stuck in the ice, and a few of them had to go off on a tiny vessel called John Caird to get help. It is a wonderful story! To see your comrades heading off to get help and never knowing if you will ever see them again. Who is the braver, those who go or those who are left behind to wait. Just like life!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 28th Nov 2009 16:42

This is a very interesting angle on Life.

The analogy is with the North, presumably. Just for accuracy, even in fun, penguins are not part of the north; they are a Southern Hemisphere bird.

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