Wednesday, October 31, 2018

The Cremation of Sam McGee


There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That 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 
read the whole poem at....The Cremation of Sam McGee

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