In 1848, James Wilson Marshall struck gold in California <br />and the gold rush was on. <br />Men saw nothing but shiny metal <br />twinkling in their eyes. <br />None thought of the dangers <br />that might well lie ahead. <br />Along with the good <br />also came the bad. <br />Gold fever was striking everyone, <br />every man and woman <br />wanted to get there <br />as fast as they could <br />to stake a claim <br />and be rich overnight. <br />At times, it seemed a nation <br />became addicted to the smell of gold. <br />Some got rich and others didn’t, <br />some lived through it <br />and others died before it was over. <br />All of them had one thing on their mind. <br />The mother load was somewhere <br />and they intended it to find <br />back in 1848 <br />during the gold rush days. <br /> <br />5 February 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-rush/
