Across the frozen tundra

Across the skree 

Broken rocks for a hundred miles

I read a book about an expedition tasked by the Queen of England

To sail to the North Pole

-After they accomplished this they were to find a

Northern Passage above Canada-

The author of the book was a junior officer on the

Expedition

His father 

was a portrait painter of English aristocracy 

The Jr. Officer was put into the Royal Navy at age ten!

At one point on their progress to the North Pole they

Loaded the ships onto the ice and proceeded to drag the boats 

Fifty miles on the ice northward

The navigator then took a reading of their location and

It turned out the ice 

Had been traveling south 

And they'd gone southward a hundred miles

I liken this to my life