As I make my journey upon the big blue yonder
About the coldness I do wonder
How do I keep myself warm this winter?
The other Mawsonites would only hinter
A vast white land of ice and snow
So cold that no trees can grow
Mawson station holds a history rich and old
As days of past expeditions told
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Unusual critters roam the land and sea
A sense of calm and the joy of being free
Hear the chitter chatter of the penguins
Hear them flap their wings
Flight is beyond their reach
So swimming to their young they teach
Home among the snow plateaus and dunes
Nestled together in their own communes
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The cracking of the ice is much like thunder
As from the mainland its turn asunder
Floating islands that slowly melt away
But as ice they do not stay
As they fade away to just a core
Becoming part of the Southern Ocean forevermore
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I am on my voyage to a place once uncharted
From sunlight I shall be departed
As I watch the sun set from the deck
The cool wind whips at my neck
Headed for a small research station
Named after an explorer from our nation
For a place that for one year I'll call home
Where amongst the mountains I will roam
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Whilst learning all about the seabirds
Some known and others unheard
We watch the petrels in the light
And admire the Auroras in the night
The gift of nature that is all around
Some of the birds fly and others stay on the ground
We sit watching how the flying soar in the sky
And watch those on the ground how they try
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I pull out the cards Sam bought on the trip
There's Monopoly Go and Uno Flip
Sixteen long days these cards must last
For boredom they must outlast
We have finally reached the dock
As I leave for the barge I take stock
And when my gear is on the wharf
I look back at the Aiviq and sigh in relief
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A slap on the back from the coxswain signals me
That it's time to leave for my home to be
Where the only warmth will be inside
And the only place from the weather to hide
We’ll go four-wheel driving in snow instead of sand
As we travel along, I marvel at the beauty of this land
I have left behind all that I know
But from this experience I shall grow
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A ship of steel has marooned me on the shore
On this piece of land that’s snow and more
A tundra with mountains and ice capped peaks
My next 12 months to you may seem bleak
But it doesn't calm the storm in my heart
As the ship slowly starts to depart
My tears turn to ice as they drop on my face
A stranger to this land but I feel not out of place
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From Hobart to Mawson what will be my fate
A journey begins and an adventure awaits
S. Gillies, Mawson Winterer 2022