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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
All Entries 1997 - 2002
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Odds and Ends, Other Items Of Interest About Robert


Published by Webmaster on 09/06/2003 (112217 reads)
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CK 1-17-02 My favourite poems are:
The World's All Right
Home And Love
The Man Who Knew
Dreams Are Best

KB 1-16-02 I have loved RWS's work for many years. One of my favorite poems is The Dreamer; but then there's Dreams are Best and Raw Recruit and, of course, End Piece. So many Great poems and one really Great site. Thank You.

FFM 1-15-02 My wife asked for a copy of 'Sam McGee' and I did not have a copy. So... I went on line, and found your site!

Service has been one of my favorite poets since childhood, many years ago....
I have had, in the past, several service anthologies, but too many moves, too much traveling and a general in-ability to stay in one place long enough to keep anything, has left me with only a few books with a few Service poems in them.

I guess that I would have to say that my favorite is 'The Men That Don't Fit In', since I learned it while still in school, but there are so many others. Some I can't even remember the names...
The one about 'Athabaska Smith' (pardon my spelling), or the one about the first grammar phone (Record Player) in the Yukon. It's been so long since I have read anything of his, that I don't even remember most of the names....

Its 2 AM and I'm starting to repeat myself, so bye for now. I'll be back!
Your collection is wonderful! Thank you for sharing it,

LH 1-15-02 Robert Service's poems have been engrained in my mind since I was little. My Dad and I use to, still do, read his poetry together. It was something special that we shared.

JW 1-14-02 My grandma first read me the poem The Cremation of Sam McGee when I was about ten and I have been looking for it for about 5 years since then. I love this poem it is well written and is funny too. It is also one of my grandma's favorite's too.

JB 1-13-02 I love the site. My first encounter with the poems was when I was a child my grandfather used to recite them to my sister and me- with a flare such that now I do the same.
"The That Don't Fit In" was, by Grandfather, called: The Men Who Won't Fit In." He would always recite these in winter with his great wool plaid Mackinaw on.
Others I love are "The Cremation of Sam McGee", and did he write "The Face On the Barroom Floor"? As I grew older and more anarchistic I learned of the 'dead on' "Song of a Wage Slave" If Service was not a Wobbly, he should have been. It was his poems that made me one. And helped make the independent and iconoclastic lone warrior I have ended up as; happy and crusty and filled with self made dignity.
Thank you forever, Robert Service.

CEGF 1-10-02 I am now in my "senior" years and that is a time when memories of one's past are so important. My Father lived a short life dying of a heart attack in his late forties at a time when there was not much they could do for a heart patient. I was raised on James Whitcomb Riley and Robert W. Service - my father loving the works of both. The happiest times of my childhood were when my Dad would read or recite from heart the poems of both poets. He was especially known for being able to recite "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" and at any gathering at our house his friends would beg him to recite the poems he knew and loved. I am happy to see a page dedicated to Robert W. Service. Thank you for your time and dedication to a great personality.

SJM 1-9-02 This is my third entry here. I enjoy this site among all others that I've come across on the web - be it Service related or not. It is so vital that we preserve the poetry of the poet who wrote for men (and women) who knew the hardships, and indeed the joy, of grit and gruff. The modern literary mess in which is somehow confused with poetry simply doesn't cut it.

WM 1-9-02 I first heard some of his poems recited on a record by Stewart Hamblin, over the Armed Forces Radio Network, when I was stationed in Spain during the early 1960s. Some of them I have committed to memory, and I still recite them to family members, usually around a campfire, on hunting and fishing trips. He was a great and unique poet. This website is a wonderful tribute to him.


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