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The Island of Man

By: Daniel Moore (1st year mathematics)
Competition Year: 2012
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The island of man
Is alone in a sea
Of the dark and unknown,
Of the deep mystery.

The only prevailer
Gainst the crushing black tide,
Is the knowledge of man,
Not his wealth nor his pride.

Science clothes us and feeds us,
It heals all of our ills,
Describes the motion of missiles,
The formulation of pills.

It builds all of our bridges
And puts fuel in our cars,
Explains purest rose petals,
And will put men on Mars.

From Euclid to Wiles
The world is in math;
The formation of a snail shell,
A crown in a bath.

And physics is motion,
And the light of the sky.
Ironclad theories
Hard to deny.

Then Chemistry comes along
With flashes and bangs
But from its radiant solutions
All humanity hangs.

And the art of the eye,
Indeed all the sublime,
Is Biology's province;
Nature's rhythm and rhyme.

Then Brunel and his like
Put science to labour,
For it is the marvels of mankind
That the engineers favour.

And while the arts may enrich
Our fleeting existence,
The future is the scientist's
For their dreary persistence.

So despite the vast black,
That belittles our minds,
Man's small island is growing
With all of his finds.
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