ggr@lanl.ARPA (Geary Radcliffe) (05/16/86)
There was a poem in my 10th grade English book, that I can't quite remember. Does anyone know the title or lyrics? It went partially like this... "...Now Sam Magee was from Tennessee, Where the cotton blooms and blows, And why he left his home in the South to roam Round the poles, God only knows..." I think it was called, THE MIDNIGHT TALE OF SAM MAGEE, but I'm not sure. -- "If we can send a man to the moon, why can't we put metal in a micro-wave?" ...(I heard it on "Cheers") IIIIIIIIIIII II . . II ( ^ ) \ 0 / \__/ The foregoing statements should only be attributed to me, and not to my employer.
morganha@tekecs.UUCP (05/19/86)
The poem was called "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service. Service wrote quite a number of "Alaska gold rush" poems and quite a number of WWI poems as well. Check his poetry out -- there's a lot of humor there that I enjoy. Good reading --morgan
ken@hcrvax.UUCP (Ken Scott) (05/20/86)
Geary: The poem you are looking for is called, "The Cremation of Sam McGee." It was written by Robert Service, and can be found, among other places, in "Songs of a Sourdough." It starts with: There are strange things done, by 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 strangest they ever did see, Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam Mcgee. (No flames on minor misquotations please, grade 7 was a while ago.)