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	<title>Comments on: The Ballad of One-Eyed Mike</title>
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		<title>By: Keith "Yukon Slim" Hull</title>
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		<dc:creator>Keith "Yukon Slim" Hull</dc:creator>
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		<description>Spencer,
Thank you for a very nice Robert W. Service site. I can never get enough of his poetry, thank goodness he wrote so much of it!
I&#039;ve been a fan of his ever since I read &quot;The Cremation of Sam McGee&quot; when I was in Jr. High School some 50 years ago. Through the years I have memorized dozens of his poems and I continue to learn more.
This poem,&quot;The Ballad of One Eyed Mike&quot;, with it&#039;s tremendous word pictures and soulful theme I consider to be one of R.W.S.&#039;s best. 
His tremendous talent and skill at setting a scene and evoking a mood are displayed here at their apex. 
It is impossible to read it or hear it recited (Hank Snow does a wonderful recitation of it) without being moved. One wonders what the inspiration was. 
From the first stanza, setting the scene, &quot;and the bottle of “hooch” was dry&quot; telling us it has been a long night around the campfire, watching the river and the northern lights (the Glories swept the sky) of drinking &amp; story telling, to his description of the corpse, &quot;It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring;
It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing&quot;. where one gets the impression of a limp, rag doll like corpse, almost dancing through the water, its arms , legs, and head all askew and lolling along at all angles.
Every word is carefully chosen to create a mood of apprehension, wonderment and otherworldlyness. 
In the end it is a poem about forgiveness, asked for and given
Read alongside something like &quot;Bessie&#039;s Boil&quot; it shows the depth of Service&#039;s talent and the breadth and scope of his works.
Thanks for posting it, and thanks again for the tribute site to &quot;The Bard of the North&quot;, may his poetry never be forgotten.
Sincerely, 
Keith Hull</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Spencer,<br />
Thank you for a very nice Robert W. Service site. I can never get enough of his poetry, thank goodness he wrote so much of it!<br />
I&#8217;ve been a fan of his ever since I read &#8220;The Cremation of Sam McGee&#8221; when I was in Jr. High School some 50 years ago. Through the years I have memorized dozens of his poems and I continue to learn more.<br />
This poem,&#8221;The Ballad of One Eyed Mike&#8221;, with it&#8217;s tremendous word pictures and soulful theme I consider to be one of R.W.S.&#8217;s best.<br />
His tremendous talent and skill at setting a scene and evoking a mood are displayed here at their apex.<br />
It is impossible to read it or hear it recited (Hank Snow does a wonderful recitation of it) without being moved. One wonders what the inspiration was.<br />
From the first stanza, setting the scene, &#8220;and the bottle of “hooch” was dry&#8221; telling us it has been a long night around the campfire, watching the river and the northern lights (the Glories swept the sky) of drinking &amp; story telling, to his description of the corpse, &#8220;It bobbed and swung; it sheered and hung; it romped round in a ring;<br />
It seemed to play in a tricksome way; it sure was a merry thing&#8221;. where one gets the impression of a limp, rag doll like corpse, almost dancing through the water, its arms , legs, and head all askew and lolling along at all angles.<br />
Every word is carefully chosen to create a mood of apprehension, wonderment and otherworldlyness.<br />
In the end it is a poem about forgiveness, asked for and given<br />
Read alongside something like &#8220;Bessie&#8217;s Boil&#8221; it shows the depth of Service&#8217;s talent and the breadth and scope of his works.<br />
Thanks for posting it, and thanks again for the tribute site to &#8220;The Bard of the North&#8221;, may his poetry never be forgotten.<br />
Sincerely,<br />
Keith Hull</p>
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