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by redanddead
37 days ago
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Very nice poem from a local: On windswept shores where oceans foam,
Far from the bustle and noise of home,
The island watched the grey skies part,
With hope returning to every heart.
Across the vastness the RAF flew through,
With medicine, medics, and military too,
Parachuting in with skill and courage on our shore,
The impossible was accomplished to the core.
Tristan da Cunha, proud and small,
A community who always stand together through it all,
Neighbours helping each other, such an amazing sight,
Hoping everything done before the loss of daylight.
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