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Final poem from our Ten Tors Poet Laureate
Team of Six, A Christmas Quest
From four to six they stand once more,
with Christmas cheer at every door.
The air alive with festive song,
Elowin, Ruby, Jess march strong
Hania, Elsie, Taula too,
a reunited, merry crew.
New adventures bloom... though not quite right,
for trouble stirs in morning light.
A river crossed where none should be,
yet on they strode with spirits free.
A sudden cry"Stop! We've gone astray!"
But calm replies, "Fear not, we'll find our way."
A reroute made, the clock now stern,
no time to waste, no time to burn.
A friendly face appears ahead,
Laughing loud at where they've tread.
no blame is cast, no tempers flare
A team united, strong, and fair.
With gentle guidance, nerves grow still,
but time, relentless, tests their will.
With gusto fierce they march uphill,
clawing back lost minutes still.
The sun breaks through with warming grace,
blue skies stretch wide across the place.
But Dartmoor's devil loves to play,
and seeks his toll along the way.
a slipa splash!into the bog,
one foot, one phone, one peaty slog.
A marshy gulp, a pride dented low,
the moor declares, "Paid! Off you go."
Yet onward still the six advance,
in laughter, grit, and circumstance.
For teamwork shines when paths go wrong,
they turn mishaps to marching songs.
a Christmas quest, a tale retold,
of courage shared and spirits bold.
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