Kelton Joyner wrote:
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like
to hear him sizzle so;

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear...
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near.
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said, "I’ll just take a peep inside....
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked”--then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace
roar...
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close
that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been
warm!"

There are strange things done in the midnight sun...

And then there's:

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute Saloon....


Not all of Service's poetry was macho tales of the Yukon. He wrote some
very tender ones...the one that sticks in my mind is called "My
Madonna." I can't remember a complete line of it, only that it's in
sharp contrast to what we've quoted above.

Peggie
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Peggie Hall
Specializing in marine sanitation since 1987
Author "Get Rid of Boat Odors - A Guide To Marine Sanitation Systems and
Other Sources of Aggravation and Odor"
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