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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Poet who wrote (913)	8/27/2004 6:11:51 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

There's another poem in the book that reveals another side of Croy. The last stanza reads: There wasn't much to bury, But we scraped it in a hole. And that's the way we made Ace pay And sent old Dad his soul. This poem, called "Timber" is a story about two loggers and old Dad, who became fast friends. Ace was a card shark and cheat, and killed old Dad. The two friends caught Ace, paced out a length from a dead snag, and ... Well, I like the poem so much I may type it up. It's in the style of Robert Service, filled with internal rhyme. I know many would consider internal rhyme cheap doggerel, but I dearly love it.