by Robert W. Service, Ted Harrison, Pierre Berton
My dad used to read this to me on cold winter nights when I was a kid (not this version: he had an old, library-bound copy of The Collected Poems of Robert W. Service), and now my wife, a middle school teacher, reads it to her students every Halloween. Ooh, goosebumps!
I doubt I'll ever be able to forget this poem. My sixth grade reading teacher made the entire class memorize it, and then would call on us in a random order to recite one line at a time. I had to have read the thing a good hundred times, so that I'd never be stuck, no matter where I got called on in...
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