Antartica was a frozen land
With many parts unexplored
The wooden sailing ship as a plan
To explore the land not ignored
They went as far as the ice allowed
And this exploration was not cowered
Setting the cabin on the shoreline
Storing supplies for the wintertime
During the summer they journeyed about
As they explored their icy whereabouts
One day they found a carved artifact
That was metallic a curiosity without a doubt
It was icy to the touch with picture writing
Like Egyptian hieroglyphs in a question posing
One of the scientists told of the old stories
Of ancient peoples disappearing without glory
He told of the floods that came in destruction
The latest Russia theory of the earth's rotation
When the world had swapped axis turning around
Civilisation destroyed in a world turned upside down.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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