One True Fact Story Poem Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

From whence he came nobody knew.
Out of the mists he came alone
A frightened child in ragged clothes
How he survived remains unknown

He cannot or will not tell
from where he came or who he is.
Found wandering in a freezing hell
few places are as bleak as this.

Snow clad the rugged mountains rise
Far, far above the plains below.
A barren place of rock and snow
scoured by the bitter winds which blow.

I have to say with certainty.
No human beings could live here.
But I am wrong apparently
this child appearing makes that clear.

We were all taken by surprise
to see this urchin wandering
Yet there he was before our eyes
In need of help and shivering.

His urgent need must override
the object of our mission
Unanimously we decide
this alters our position.

We have no choice we have to try
to save the life of this small child.
It’s not our place to wonder why
he came to be here in the wild.

We radio H.Q. for aid
explain the situation.
There are arrangements to be made
for this small boys reception.

We keep him warm and give him food
Descend the mountain carefully
H.Q had fully understood
and had prepared accordingly.

When we arrived he was flown to
the nearest modern hospital.
Where they would do all they
could do to save his life if possible.

We done our best could do no more
but wait and pray impatiently.
Sit by the wireless waiting for
some news of his recovery.

News came he was responding well
but still he could or would not speak.
there was no way that we could tell.
Why he was wandering on the peak.

It must remain a mystery
a subject we will long debate.
Though we discuss it endlessly.
At least we can appreciate.

The boy will live that is enough
and make a full recovery
Although we’ll never know the truth
of how and why he came to be.

Alone amidst the ice and snow
abandoned on a mountain peak.
Where human beings rarely go
The boy is dumb he cannot speak.

His story he can never tell
Despite our curiosity
Perhaps in time if all goes well
we will resolve the mystery.

We must return try to complete
research we set out to do.
Though warring theories will compete
for ever more as theories do.

No one can say with certainty
Though experts may pontificate
upon this strange anomaly.
I do not care to speculate.

What does it matter anyway
The boy is safe and that will do.
No longer wandering astray
That fact I know at least is true.

05/04/2009
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