Placer mining for the pleasure of it <br />isn't all beer and skittles by any means <br />no matter what you may have heard <br /> <br />We drove up from the lower forty-eight <br />in a beat-up pickup truck to a claim <br />on the Fortymile near Chicken <br /> <br />We grubbed for gold with a dredge <br />in the cold river hours on end <br />separating gravel and sand <br /> <br />like bedlamites driven by visions <br />of a treasure beyond imagination - <br />nuggets of the stuff dreams are made of! <br /> <br />Poets and prospectors share in common a lust <br />for the strike - the sight of gold dust <br />in the debris and dirt of everyday life!<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/placer-mining-on-the-fortymile/
