Poetry From My Soul: Gold Fever

Monday, September 8, 2008

Gold Fever

We walk and hike a long long way. We find a spot in half a day. We set up camp along the shore, At a raging river, we dig and pour. We shake and dip and grab for more. Black pan in hand and filled with mud. We toss some rocks that make a thud. Around and around the water twirls, In the pan the mud... Sign in to see full entry.

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