A Tribute to Roald Asmundsen

A Tribute to Roald Asmundsen

I will not sit behind

merely watching life pass beyond.

I seek my victory on polar ice

having vested far too much to 

give it up and turn around.

Left behind the ropes

I set a southern course.

I hand picked those with the

brightest futures to guide the

dogs and pull the sledges.

Realizing,

Success, a potential of mind and soul,

beware the competition and mis-directions.

They shoot the weak to feed the strong.  

I strike out for the pole at dawn.

A man may move without ambition.

Letting

Other men engage immortal condition.

I close the door to storm the cold.

There will be no obituaries as

fate is handed down to posterity.