To be a bony feed Sourdough
You must, by Yukon Law,
Have killed a moose,
And robbed a sluice,
AND BUNKED UP WITH A SQUAW. . . .

Alas! Sourdough I'll never be.
Oh, sad is my excuse:
My shooting's so damn bad, you see . . .
I've never killed a moose.

(C) Robert William Service
03/13/2017


Best Poems of Robert William Service

• The Wood-cutter
• Dylan
• The End Of The Trail
• Birthday
• The Release
• If You Had A Friend
• Humility
• Dark Truth
• Michael
• Miracles
• The Man From Athabaska
• My Indian Summer
• Success
• Striving
• Finality
• The Legless Man
• The Sightless Man
• Distracted Druggist
• Pilgrims
• Kittens