I spent a summer panning for gold <br />on the Fortymile River at Tom's place <br />not far from Chicken <br />in Alaska <br /> <br />I remember the sunny days <br />and the hours scratching <br />in the cold river <br /> <br />The dark waters yielded <br />little but chicken-feed <br />specks of ore <br /> <br />separated from river sand <br />by centrifugal machines <br />powered by gas <br /> <br />chitty chitty bang bang <br />and a handful of bright <br />stuff I culled <br /> <br />I still got a coffee can <br />of river sand and chicken-feed <br />downstairs in a tool chest<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/panning-for-gold-on-the-fortymile/
