The Sunday Poem: Amelia on Nikumaroro
Today, news broke of yet more clues in the ongoing search for Amelia Earhart’s final resting place. It’s a fascinating story, of course, with red herrings and silly conspiracy theories and bad movies made. And it prompts a poem cobbled from Wikipedia references and article tidbits.
“This is Amelia Earhart. Ship is on a reef south of the equator.”
–heard by Dana Randolph of Rock Springs, Wyoming, via shortwave radio
Itasca, Itasca, why won’t you come in?
Two days, Noonan sick, and now the plane’s a-tilt,
The engine dipping wet to the lagoon. Read More “The Sunday Poem: Amelia on Nikumaroro”