Welcome

Gather around the backgammon hearth,
stretch out on the rug, relax
in the crackle of the fire and the roll of the dice.

Listen to the tales from the old times,
sing the songs of pips and blots,
learn their names and their tricks.

Marvel at the most impossible games,
bring your board for show and tell,
nomm a gammon with your friends and enemies,
then visit the bar.

Look, Winning and Strategy are sharing a table with Ungammon and Freegammon,
drinking Foreman's Coffee, munching triangle cookies and sugar cubes.
The Backgammon Hearth, a warm place for study and play.

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This poem was written by Vivian McKenzie and first published in the Anaconda Standard in november of 1911. Several people in the town met to play backgammon and share food to pass the time during the long winters.
-Kurt Collins