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The Gold Miner (Revised)
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The Gold Miner (Revised) |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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The Gold Miner I walked the street of dusty centuries Through the years of rusty memories Of at town that I once knew In my dream I saw the places Still recalled the weathered faces I could even name a few I met a friend, an old gold miner, Lost his touch and then his mind For he was much too frail and old He had no roof , he had no dime He said a moment of your time Is worth a barrel full of gold He spoke of love, like it was treasure “What was lost cannot be measured Like the gold I never found I traded love for dreams of fortune But the taste of love is warmer Than what lies below the ground” “A woman’s eyes are jewels that glow Her skin was fair, but just below There was heart that’s made of gold There is a splendor that outshines The brightest nougat in a mine Such beauty I would never hold Then with a smile and eye that gleamed He walked out of this vivid dream So warm his eyes, so deep and real My head was spinning in elation How he spoke of adoration That was truly how I feel And through the dream my love grew stronger Words of love we shared no longer Now flowed easy from the tongue Sweeter is the morning kiss More savory is lover’s bliss For now the silent songs are sung Perhaps the miner once was I Recalling love that passed me by But I would much prefer to think This dream was simply so contrived And I am really quite alive And running out of poet ink Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 12-10-2001).] |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Well contrived or not, it was a fabulous dream, and yes, perhaps it was of you and love once passing you by. Oh but I loved this. (We have one of the biggest gold mining areas in Canada here, so hear a lot of stories of the Klondike Days), and many were of lost love thrown away for fool's gold. ~*~ May the spirit of this season live in your heart all year through ~*~ |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
love is indeed the gold of life arthur |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
If I get my miner's pick, will I find the kind of golden love you have found Liz? Your poem made me smile!  |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Another excellent penning from you, Liz. I sit in awe. Kathleen (Kay) |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
The gold of which your pen writes, Is found more often in the nights Than in the ground that miners stake. I've seen it rise on its on accord, Shining brightly in every word, That you served for us to take. The Liz we love is a mother lode, Of wealth and riches that she's bestowed, Upon those of us with lesser muse. Her stories and poetic lines, Return us to our darkened mines, For words we need, but seldom use. We love you, Liz, for your poems and your spirit and your wonderful sense of class and tenderness. [This message has been edited by LngJhnAg (edited 12-12-2001).] |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank yoou all for your responses, and MIchael for your beautiful poem.It is better tan the one I posted. I know what your talents are as a poet. THanks LIz |
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