Papa's favorite poem
Strange things are done in the midnight sun
by the men who moil for gold
The arctic trails have their secret tales which
would make your blood run cold
The northern lights have seen queer sights
but the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee . . .
— Robert Service, The Cremation of Sam McGee
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2 comments:
That's a beautiful picture.
It has always been one of my favorites also. Craig memorized it and recited it to me often. It captures my sentiments about cold weather perfectly!
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