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Language Made Lyrical
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Artic 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.
And so begins ‘The Cremation…” by Robert Service.
In a bygone era without benefit of newspaper print, folks preferred to listen for news, yarns, stories and tall tales spent near warmth after chores and before exhaustion.
And so our imaginations burned, soaked in dime novels and penny dreadfuls, before comic books and radio, when we braved the monster in the machine and as we found all to familiar in ourselves. That was 130 years ago.
Since then, well…
So rekindle, relight, remember, re-evoke and tell more jokes, present company excepted. On’Ya readers.
And so begins ‘The Cremation…” by Robert Service.
In a bygone era without benefit of newspaper print, folks preferred to listen for news, yarns, stories and tall tales spent near warmth after chores and before exhaustion.
And so our imaginations burned, soaked in dime novels and penny dreadfuls, before comic books and radio, when we braved the monster in the machine and as we found all to familiar in ourselves. That was 130 years ago.
Since then, well…
So rekindle, relight, remember, re-evoke and tell more jokes, present company excepted. On’Ya readers.
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