Of Mountains and Molehills.(Poem)

 
OF MOUNTAINS AND MOLEHILLS 
 
   On that day we three began our climb, 
   Sir Edmund, the Queen and me: 
   It was a wonderful time 
   back in nineteen fifty three. 
 
   Sir Edmund, the Queen and me, 
   vertices of a triangle 
   back in nineteen fifty three; 
   edges of an Empire which dangle, 
 
   vertices of a triangle, 
   into three separate seas. 
   Edges of an Empire which dangle, 
   totalling one hundred and eighty degrees 
 
   into three separate seas. 
   England, Rhodesia and N.Z., 
   totalling one hundred and eighty degrees, 
   two still alive and one now dead. 
 
   England, Rhodesia and N.Z., 
   each with its own claim to fame. 
   Two still alive and one now dead, 
   the middle one having lost its name. 
 
   Each with its own claim to fame, 
   a Monarch, mutineer and mountaineer 
   the middle one now having lost its name 
   once led by Smith who ...