Last Camp -
The snow battered our faces
As we trod this barren white land
Freezing was not an option now...
For we felt nothing of our limbs
Five miles a day was the goal
The Devil blocking every inch of our way
In our tents the four of us laid
In quiet solitude
Reflecting on life's hurdles -
It can't be long before we make next camp!
Said one in dithering frost bitten anticipation
One started to write with frost bitten fingers
In his log about the journey
The entries were getting shorter -
He managed to finish the last sentence...
Looked at the others who were sleeping
Knowing this was the end...he prayed for his family
the King and England...his last thoughts before drifting off
into that never ending sleep...
'I hope the world remembers us'
Capt Robert Falcon Scott
Written By B.R.Walker
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