Were you told there would be gold?

May 6, 2020


The wind was relentless as the cruel sun burned
Your back bent to task each mountain pass turned
Were you told there'd be riches like silver and gold?

Enough to live free and be wealthy, if bold?
When you packed your old Jenny with all she could carry

And led her through crags over long arid valley
Did that burro take heed of your actions and word?
Or was cougar and rattlesnake all that she heard?
The East turned to myth, it's troubles behind
Ahead the trails empty of all which is kind
The soil was salty, much harder than stone
Embittered toil you searched all on your own
Did a night come bearing hunger and despair
When you ate your old Jenny, hide hoof and hair?
The land was littered with mine shafts dug deep
But treasures were not meant forever to keep
Of all the holes dug only those which remain
Are the graves of the souls who desperately came




 - words and photos Edmond Deraedt 2020


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