Just to prove that we have sensitive, cultured people involved in this voyage of scientific discovery, we have launched a place where expeditioners, students and all Antarctic enthusiasts can share their reflective and moving thoughts about Antarctica with each other.
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Today's (15th October) poems are written by Luke Schlenner and Amy Castledine both are in Grade 2, at Rosetta Primary, Tasmania.
On the ocean floor
Eating those little plankton
With those thin hairs
by Luke Schlenner
Tiny krill and babies
Catch food for young to eat
A lot of ice and snow
by Amy Castledine
Tea is coming
Anchor jamming into the ocean floor
Running away from the predators
In the ocean floor
Cold? No freezing
and last but least
Krill scattering across the ocean floor
Right under the ocean surface
In their little exoskeleton
Low in the ocean
Lucky little Krill
Leaping through the water
Eating as they go
The ocean obeys them
Streaking through the waves
Leopard seals go crunching
Penguins for their tea(yum)
The ice so blue
Leopard seals coming through
Leopard seals are the best
On the Shoulders of Giants
Physics is often thought to be
A little bit of a mystery
Dealing with motion, sound and light
Energy, magnetism and the sky at night
Isaac Newton and gravity
Albert Einstein – special relativity
Kepler, Copernicus, on the list goes
Tycho Brahe and his golden nose!
Marie Curie and radioactivity
James Clerk Maxwell – magnets, electricity
Kelvin, Joule, Ampere and Faraday
All with their equations and rules to obey
All these giants on whose shoulders we stand
Wouldn’t it be great to shake their hands?
What would they think of our world today?
What would they talk about, what would they say?
All that is left for us do
Is continue their work and more knowledge accrue
Thinking, experimenting, discovering new things
Wondering what the future will bring!
Using the past as our inspiration,
Future discoveries are our motivation
As physicists we enjoy what we do
Unearthing nature’s secrets just for you!
A beautiful sight
In the air
Like tiny gemstones
Lighting up the sky
Strange green glow of particles
Awe-inspired we stare
Island of Humanity
Island of humanity
No one for miles
Threatens your sanity
Ice stacked in piles
Chopper extends a finger
Stretching out the line
At arms reach don’t linger
Sky might claim as mine
Ship is warm and homely
Tea or coffee friends?
In contrast to the sea so lonely
With ice that never ends
A place of beauty, a place of fear
And yet we are secure
The skills of those with us here
Our safety they procure
Dave Tonna (DVL)
The Arctic is an ocean
that plays at being land;
each little ridge and wrinkle stands,
as on a map, as larger than itself.
Here melt-pond solid seas
form over a liquid mantle –
geology’s reversed! Continental
plates of ice collide to form
pressure-ridge mountain chains.
The illusion stands,
solid, almost, as real land;
until the POLARSTERN comes crashing through,
to remind the Arctic Ocean
that for all its grandeur,
it’s really only water,
sailed by ships and sailors (even scientists).
But then comes the Arctic winter
and by degrees, we’re slowly squeezed
south; and the ocean closes up
behind us, like a zipper.
Andrew Feld (2001)
Ice Ice Station (to the tune of Ice, Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice)
Yo Stop, Collaborative then Publish
SIPEX back with a brand new adventure,
If there is a problem, yo Tony'll solve it
Just call the bridge cos the plan is evolvin'
ICE ICE STATION
WHERE IS THE ICE ICE STATION?
Ice is so shiny
Shinier than the sun
Cold and solid
Just like a rock
Sweeping through the air
And into the ocean.
Alex the parrot is so lucky,
His friends all have tea and coffee.
It would be nice if I could have some rice I'm definitely not going to have any ice!
Polar Knutsen is always hungry
Instead of bread and healthy munchies
He wants black and white penguins!
Next winter goes by
Getting colder by the minute
Under the sea they go
In the water they get their food
No wonder they are so cute!Phillip Castelijn
There’s a ship and it moves in the endless waves,
As the ceaseless wind goes by
The sea birds glide on the slope of the swell
Beneath an unconscious sky
For day after day it is ever the same,
Just a chart with crosses that creep
To give substance to faith that the ship still moves
Over wastes of boundless deep.
There’s a ship, and it plunges through darkness and wind,
Tossed by the ocean's might.
The spray from the bows is snatched by the wind
And carried at once from sight.
The white of the foam is seen in the glow
Of the searchlight's feeble light
And it shows the ghosts of titans that pass
Unseen in the vast polar night.
There’s a ship, and it glides through a crust of grey,
And it’s cold, so cold outside.
There are millions of flowers of salt on the ice,
And the ship has an effortless ride.
But soon there is ice that has grown for months,
It’s rafted, and covered with snow,
A miniature world of hills and plains
Of ice, a city-sized floe.
There’s a ship and it sits in the fields of ice,
While the wind blows a torrent of white.
For hour upon hour the snow rushes past
And the sun gives a feeble light
And the ship must wait for the winds to ease
For the snowflakes to cease their fall
So the sons and daughters of mountainous bergs
Can be seen and avoided once more.
These waters are rich in life that has learned
To live where the energy’s poor
Where the sun is a memory for much of the year
And the temperature falls to the floor.
We're not of that life and we only survive
By the grace of the millions of years
That it took to create the fossil fuel
That our ship must consume while it's here.
So the ship and its people will soon be gone
From the seas of ice and snow.
The life that’s at home in this cruel clime
Won’t even blink when we go.
The ship will go on and carry us home
We’ll try to keep memories clear.
Of the life that maintains its tenuous grasp
At the edge of the world down here.
Scott was hot in the head
He didn't have a warm bed
He did not choose the best
So his group ran out of zest
And he froze in the night during a blizzard.
The Great Ice Making Machine.
This is where the wind blows.
where fortresses of ice tower in the water.
where petrels sail the waves.
where little fellas in tuxedos slide on the ice.
where frozen pancakes float endlessly.
This is where the wind blows.
where we found our sea legs.
where we walked on water.
where we had a Kodak frenzy,
once a day.
where we found what wind chill means,
This is where the wind blows.
All this in our orange envelope of safety.
I wave goodbye full of emotion,
To sail across the Southern Ocean.
What lies ahead will fill one with awe
Those left behind I know I'll long for.
Snow plus ice of many shapes and hues
Air so cold you shiver in your shoes.
Little black and white people toddle by
Snow and Antarctic petrels swoop and fly.
Scientists and crew all become friends
All hoping the voyage never ends.
Penguins look so good to eat,
I think I deserve one as a treat.
I don't understand why I'm not allowed -
I could probably get away with it if there wasn't such a crowd!
Deep is the dream that you sleep,
Dr Guy Williams
Anonymous Ice Corer