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here is my ending. it doesnt really make sense unless you read the actual poem so look it up and then read this to understand why i wrote it how i did.

I looked in awe at the sight I saw, him lounging in fiery flame.
His body not scorched, face not even torched, fire dancing in his mane.
He sat up inside, opened the door wide, and beckoned me closer to him.
"If you don't come, I will be very glum, and you end will surely be grim.
I took a step in and held up my chin, staring as flames licked my arm.
Pain quickly seeped and poor Sam weeped, while the flames reared up in alarm.
They engulfed him, the flames light got dim, and I felt the floor fall beneath.
He then appeared quick, like the fire flames lick, a piece of grass in his teeth.
Then he was gone, and this time the lawn, vanished from under my feet.
He showed up again while holding a bin, and dancing to a jazzy beat.
"Take this from me and you shall see the place that I desperately seek."
"But first you must look in that giant book which will enable you to peek."
I took a look without using the book, and inside was a screaming man.
Cloaked by the dark, his face white and stark, it was Sam in a different land.
His mouth in an o, his body in snow, I vowed to not again look.
Frightened by the sight, I gathered all my might, and instead flipped open the book.
Inside was a word, next to a bird, that said one simple thing.
It said only see, that that was the key, and when read the bird did sing.
It flew off the page, as if in a rage, to land on the bin's thick edge.
It lowed it's neck and then took a peck, from the paper behind the ledge.
Now inside there, I saw with a stare, was Sam with a crowd of men.
His face lit up, his hands held a cup, which rose to that of Ben.
As the two cups clinked, and as the drinks plinked, I was sucked into the paper.
And when Sam saw me, under the tree, to me he sure did caper.
A look of delight, on this happy sight, Sam was finally getting near.
Becoming bold, leaving bitter cold, tossing away all fear.
Reaching the place, with a smiling face, where he could be warm in peace.
Terrible snow, the flames fiery hot glow, would finally start to cease.
Now Sam McGee was finally free, capable of walking away.
Cremated at last, the bad times had passed, and I'm sure that Sam would say.
"Thank you brother, for helping another, in the time he needed it most."
"Without your help, I could only yelp, as I was left in the flames to toast