Travelling South Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

As I traveled south from the mountains in a single day,
The seasons pass by, the months fall away.

From snow capped peaks, and trees loaded with snow,
Quickly to the shores of palms that bend to and fro.

The gloomy weather is left there, forgotten behind,
In the sunshine we're different, friendly and kind.

Now we know why in the sun, people are softer and mild,
Compared to the grey north, where they fight to be wild.

So we send aged northerners south, to return from their life,
Those from the tropics flee north to the work and the strife.

There were civilisations once there, in these temperate warm lands,
We northerners forget that before us there was life down in those sands.