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Robert Service – A geologist’s poet

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. My submission for the Accretionary Wedge #51, which I am also hosting, is about my favourite poe ...[Read More]