Huddled here in the warmth of my little office against a cold and snowy New England day, I can still imagine Jean Shepherd reciting that poem over the transistor radio I kept under my pillow as a kid.
I first hear this poem and many, many others from my Mother who used to recite poetry to us at nap time when I was a kid.
One of my favorites!!
Jean Shepherd reads “The Cremation of Sam McGee”:
http://shep-archives.com/netjuke/search.php?do=search&col=tr.name&val=Cremation
(On the far left Options column, click the little musical note symbol to play.)