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Date Added: October 07, 2009 20:10:58 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Traded Lives

(Alaskan Memories)


Wherein the mighty eagles fly and birds with songs do sing,
I lean upon my twisted staff and let my bear bell ring.
Ounce quiet woods called my feet to walk forgotten trails
To find sheltered in the underbrush, a cave with minerís rails.
Years ago this mysterious hole great riches did produce.
But now the shaft is home to bats and timbers of rotting spruce.

Long ago this cavern called ... to the eyes and hearts of men
To search in hopes of buried gold ... to dig, and dig again.
Wives were left and homes were sold by men with dreams of gold
But only a few would reach their dreams,  The young were turned to old.
Cold rocks would fill their daily labor and dirt their nightly bed.
The ground in which they labored hard would chill these walking dead.

Years would pass.  The dreams would end.  Menís hearts would learn to cry.
For somewhere in this wilderness their care for loved ones died.
The dream of gold broke men of steel ... made old the very young.
It broke the wild and restless heart; left songs and dreams unsung.
Somewhere deep within this cave a young man lost his soul.
It travels the dark beside the rails in search of Arctic Gold.

Author's Notes:
Panning gold in Bear Creek, Juneau, Alaska is very addictive.  It truly gets into one's blood  In order to get to the creek you have to travel a wilderness trail inhabited by black bear.  Hence, the bear bell attached to my walking stick.  Bear will usually leave when they hear noise.  It's when you come upon  them and surprise them that they get to be very dangerous.  The trail has an old abandoned gold train track paralleling it in places.  I found a chunk of rail with the date 1819 on it.  I  left it where it was.  It was history.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeMarel Sorensen on March 9, 2010 04:41:49 PM Report
Gene....very neat memory poem! I also enjoyed your comments...Marel
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 8, 2009 09:44:10 AM Report
This sounds like such adventures....
I know you hated to leave that place...
 So much history is such a place...




 


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