Frost Bite Doesn’t Get More Real
My disastrous travelling trip
Eight months to travel
Anyone’s dream,
But I forgot one thing
Seems cold is the theme.
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Left Darwin in glorious sunshine
Travelled down the centre,
Followed the Highway
To Alice Springs we enter.
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It’s desert country out here
So I had absolutely no idea,
My biggest obstacle
Is being cold I fear.
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Pitched my tent
Settled in for the night,
The thermometer dropped
Perfect for frost bite.
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Minus six in my tent
I’ve never been so cold,
Could not get warm
Shivering uncontrolled.
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The end result
Frost bitten fingers,
And up to my elbows
It painfully lingers.
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My eights months of travel
Over in a matter of weeks,
What lesson did I learn
Only travel in the heat.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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