sam mcgee
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A small, dark building that looks like an abandoned furnace sits in a dismal green meadow under a dismal green-brown sky. It looks like it is made of cast iron, and has a door with rounded edges. Sticking up from the top of it are two dangerously rickety chimneys. One is slightly larger than the other and looks like it is made from bolted-together scrap metal. The two are fastened together with small metal strips. The building is not abandoned, however: orange light glows between bars on the door, and from a small side window, and dull smoke is coming from the chimneys. Visible in the window is the dark profile of someone inside. A small mailbox sits to the left side of the building. The painting is signed "Chris Silverman".
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"Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;//
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;// The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;// And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee."
slightly boring fact: My dad and I memorized "The Cremation of Sam McGee" and would recite each stanza in turn whenever the power went out. To this day when there's a particular Wyoming-esque sound to the wind I automatically think, "And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow."