In the land where ice reigns supreme,
Where frosty winds howl, a chilling theme,
A solitary figure, strong and bold,
A Boilermaker's tale, to be told.
Amidst the glaciers, stark and vast,
Where frozen landscapes hold steadfast,
A Boilermaker toils with pride,
In Antarctica, where dreams abide.
With steel and fire, they craft and mend,
In bitter cold, they never bend,
Their welds withstand the harshest freeze,
In this icy realm, they find their ease.
They forge a path, where few dare tread,
Their skills honed sharp, no fear of dread,
For in the heart of winter's grasp,
A Boilermaker's mettle, a steadfast clasp.
Through endless nights and blinding snow,
They persevere, their spirits aglow,
With every rivet, every seam,
They carve a legacy, a frozen dream.
So here's to the Boilermaker's bold,
In Antarctica's grip, they hold,
A testament to human will,
In the land where ice stands still.
Rusty, Boilermaker
77th A.N.A.R.E
