“Το τέταρτο μπολ δεν είναι πια δικό μας ”

(Eubulus, Athenaeus Deipnosophistae)

George W. Palmer

Contributed by Anthony Irsik

When Valley farms were considered to be,

He advocated for wife’s family,

That the planted foods colonists had brought,

Would supplement the fish which wife had caught,

He had married a Dena‘ina woman,

A single mother with her own children,

And he traded fairly with her tribesmen,

And asked them to help tend to his garden,

Depending on what the garden produced,

Could affect what seeds the colonists used,

And with that and business he was inclined,

To be a sly worker through Christmas time,

But with disaster his life burned on fuel,

Consoled by his newly homemade White Mule,

It caused him to kick and bellow at all,

This man’s life was destroyed by alcohol,

He drank his first cup and he carried on,

He drank the second, but his love was gone,

After his third he refused to go sleep,

We know what happens after, and we weep.