Gold

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 01 Jun 2019
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7 comments
 

in McQuarries Creek BC

runs slim between

hills of old – dropping

to gentler plains:

 

a lone prospector

bends low

edging his pan

into rock-mud particles

 

then sliding it backwards

and forwards

focusing on golden stories

seeking an elusive glint

 

in the contents--

with promise of success.

 

 

 

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I wonder Richard! Did you find your gold? I hope so. wink

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Hello Jenny, yes I did find the gold -- it was in the thrill of panning in an actual gold creek. It flowed from an area gold mine long since abandoned. My daughter and her husband bought me an actual prospector's pan. . 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Nolan on

This is very good Richard. Well written. There is gold rush here in SA at the moment, pieces of gold as big as bricks they say. People travel from far but of course it's pyrite it's fools gold it's worthless. Still, the hopefuls come.

In an old cowboy song, Gold was made for going to for dreams of coming from, which with any luck will never come true.

All the best Richard, may your poems all be real nuggets! Nolan &

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you very much Nolan for such kind words. Isn't writing fun? An Online-posting friend of mine said he may stop writing since it takes so much energy from him, at 80 years off age. I don't write as much at 77, but still get electrified when one of my works, in my estimation, is cooked and ready to publicly read. 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry, snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry, I was born under a wandering star.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Very well written, a real pick-me-up. Thanks,

Richard L. Provencher