Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Robert Service's "Cremation of Sam McGee"



For my Canadian book report, I chose "The Cremation of Sam McGee and Other Poems" by Robert Service. The title of this book is also the title of one of the poems of hardship embedded among many other painful, sorrowful, hilarious, and captivating tales. Because this is not a novel, but rather a collection of poetically illustrated tales, the plots are very simple and the reader can easily connect the plot and conclusion. Not only do the plots of the individual stories wrap up nicely, but there is also a very consistent theme throughout the entire book. Earlier in the year, we were given a sheet illustrating common themes in Canadian literature. Service, through all his poems, connects all of the themes from this paper such as the cold, the space, the harsh and indifferent landscape, the mythology and lack of Canadian history, the isolation and loneliness, man as a victim, and distant and vague hope for a better future. As a classic Canadian author, Service uses Canadian writing traits such as humour, irony, and recognizing the average guy as a hero. This book, and more specifically the poem, "The Cremation of Sam McGee", is a favorite piece of writing passed down through the family. My grandfather loved, and still loves, this poem so much, he has it memorized and can, without difficulty, recite the 4-and-a-half page poem. I can imagine him sitting his kids down at the dinner table and reading it many times because my dad, uncles and aunts are all able to recite pieces of the poem. My dad has done the same for our family. Just as some families sit around the uncleared dinner table reading the bible for devotions, our family sits and listens to my dad tell the gruesome tale of "The Cremation of Sam McGee". This never sits well with my mom and brother because they "have much better things to do". But these stories live and thrive within my father and I. The stories in "The cremation of Sam McGee and Other Poems: by Robert Service are, without a doubt, my favorite stories - They never lose their charm.

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Final Inspection

The soldier stood and faced his god, which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining just as bright as his brass.
"Step forward you soldier, how shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church, have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns, can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my work was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent because the world is awfully rough.
But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me, I have wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They've never wanted me around except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much. If you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly for the judgement of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier, you've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, you've done your time in hell."