The Cremation of Sam McGee

I remember reading this in school way back when. Its a great poem by Robert Service. I wanted to put the video right here, but I cant. You can go see it here on YouTube. I thought of you, my dear family, cause of Aunt Jan who likes these cold weather stories. I thought maybe he had lots of cool pictures, but it just starts that way. You don't need any computer special-ness as far as I know.

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.