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Frost Bite Doesn’t Get More Real

My disastrous travelling trip

By Colleen Millsteed Published 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
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Frost Bite Doesn’t Get More Real
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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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Originally posted on Medium

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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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