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879 Poetry

Here's one I enjoy.  I dunno why I like it, somehow it speaks to me.  The Cremation of Sam McGee By Robert W. Service 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. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows. He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell; Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell." On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.

Whee...yet more

I certainly have a way to go, don't I?  Let's see, I've got 120 so far, that makes only...eeek!  Lots more to go. 919 the wren nest out in the milk barn 918 A church that sings hymns 917 Hollyhock seeds that sprouted after a storage of 7-8 yrs 916 A debt-free life 915 Thunder clouds seen from an airplane 914 Toilet paper 913 An empty tomb and all it signifies 912 The in-dwelling of the Holy Spirit, without which I'd be lost 911 Pepper seeds sprouting...yay! They are notorious for NOT sprouting. But I soaked them 24 hrs before planting them. 910 Jointed Teddy Bears 909 Betty Scurlock's chocolate peanut clusters. 908 Bella pulling Ellen's sled in the snow 907 Paper dolls 906 Real frosting on a fake Valentine's cupcake box 905 A glass cherry to top it off 904 Scarf blowing in the breeze 903 The glass barometer 902 Wing imprints in the snow 901 Hearing the 1 st peeper sounding in late winter 900 Spro