Written for the group and recited at our final dinner…
End of the Earth
A Purple poem by Ronnie
Patagonia the land so far away
Inhabited by giants made of clay
Where the wind blows so strong and the roads are very long
The Andes mountains climb ever higher from the land that is on fire
Calafate with berries you can eat – the taste is rather bitter-sweet
The puma is the only foe for the flocks of guanaco
Condors on the currents do glide, scanning for the prey that hides
Perito Moreno glacier keeps on growing as on top it’s always snowing
Chalten is the mountain that does smoke, re-named Fitzroy by an explorer bloke
At Torres del Paine it was with glee, that we reached the lake of the three
At night when camping in a tent, the wind its anger it did vent
After hiking your mouth you cram, with delicious Patagonian lamb
When outdoors it is not too cool when you wear the Merino wool
It’s a social ceremon-ee when you drink the maté tea
The group we come from far and wide but from where our secret guide?
Aussies there are very many, they are really ten a penny
Stefi our guide keeps us out of trouble, protected in her happy bubble
Many times on video we have been, singing Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
Ronnie with jokes from a Dad everyone thinks are really bad
Michelle loves penguins black and white, in big groups a funny sight
Adam wouldn’t say boo to a petal until you play some heavy metal
There is yet another Michele, one whose parents cannot spell
Patrick he just could not wait, for to see the Magellan straight
Stephanie always has a grin – a great smile right across her chin
Marti there is a rumour, with Ronnie you share your sense of humour
Brooke she was so very brave after operations that were grave
With Paul it did take a while until Corina taught him to smile
Phoebe really is an athlete with her very rapid feet
Kate she trained on the Camino, also drinking lots of vino
Ash we call him a dustbin for all the food that he crams in
When Terry is not here, you’ll find him at the bar with a beer
We all were feeling like a wreck after so far we did trek
At the end we all sigh-ah at the southernmost city Ushuaia
But we all had fun and mirth reaching to the end of the earth
Now it’s time for us to take a bow and for all to say Ciao
Salut!
Ronnie
