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Frosted Rusty Fence Post (and intro to "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service
Originally painted green, this fence post is slowly rusting all the paint off of it! I love the texture and adding frost makes it even prettier!
This is the first stanza from my favorite poem, The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service
:
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.
The rest of the poem is on the next picture!
This is the first stanza from my favorite poem, The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service
:
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.
The rest of the poem is on the next picture!
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Have a nice evening, Janet.
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