Blue towers watched us watching
As we sailed to Radstock Bay
We manned the decks in hopes to see
Our Expedition's name.
A branch, a rock? A shoal, a flock?
'Twas all a distant haze
'Till three large stones the shade of bones
Got up and walked away.
The whisper roared throughout the ship:
"Polar bears in sight!
The barren shores of Devon
house a family in white!"
The mother kept her cubs alive
throughout this slow September,
while all our cameras zoomed and whirred
in order to remember.
My frames were out of focus,
my hands shook like a die,
but the pictures still show who was there;
The polar bears and I.
It's so nice to be published... less nice to have your last name misspelled, though. Ah, well. At least now, I have the unparalleled joy of saying, "That wasn't me! I've been Froemed!"
Really, a pun that awful makes it all worthwhile.