We spent 21 months stuck in the ice and snow
21 long months encapsulated by ice and snow
Months of darkness never end I would sit alone
Dreaming of islands new to our eyes months ago
21 long months and we haven't buried any bones
And when the Jeannette broke free I had hope again
And sailing on the high arctic sea felt like a sin
When the drift from the ice came creeping back in
I still remember how the boat screamed and moaned
Screaming and moaning it creaked all night long
Tremors down my spine as I watched my sinking home
Tremors down my spine as I watched my sinking home
The ice moved in and took the Jeanette along
Thirty three men sledge through ice and storm
Trying to find some far off Siberian coast
No more rations were just trudging along
So we found the open sea and three boats we could ride on
Heading for Lena Delta good lord wont you carry us home
But we lost eight good men in an arctic gale
Before we landed on this marshy arctic hell
Two boats landed but one was further along
Freezing and starving was all that we know
And I'll spend the rest of my life
Looking for eleven of my friends bones
Won't you come here Emma De Long
Rest your weary head and we'll weep all night long
About the Creator
Schmalz
Welcome to my page! I am a writer whose interests are vast and believes in the art of the word. In my writing you will find Non-Fiction, Fiction, and poetry in pursuit of the value of language.
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