The Disaster of the Southern Mountains

We flew over the southern mountains cold,

when our plane crashed, we weren't so bold.

Then first our toes, and then our nose,
and then our ears fell off and froze

(this is called poetic exaggeration)

 On the mountains covered in snow,

where we were going, we did not know,

we weren't aware, we weren't to fear, there were rescue planes, with lights aglow.

We came to glaciers with water aflow,

one of us slipped, which goes to show,

that if your feet, will never meet,
you might slip, on ice or snow.

(poetry is not always written to make sense)

Now one of us has a broken arm,

and his knee is being done up without harm,

he complains, and we exclaim,
we would be lucky, if he'd lost his charm.

Next day was cold and clear,

and then a sound fell on the ear,

of aeroplanes, we waved our canes,
and from our throats, there came a cheer.

Then we saw those planes turn away,

and our joy was turned to dismay,

for we had wished, to be fished,
from that mountain, on that day.

Then we saw up in the sky,

a rescue helicopter way up high,

so then we cheered, for it appeared,
we were to be taken, up to fly.

Now we're safe and in hospital,

recovering, cos' we've got a chill,

for we were cold, and not so bold,
but now we're back, and very ill.

THE END

Renée Anderson