The Miner

Cyni1106 on May 24, 2011

To hit it big you must have patience, it will come.

The gold miner’s glare

Oh, how he’ll stare,

Into his pan with the light

Looking for that glimmer so bright

He’ll pan for hours

With a lot of will power

Sifting the sands away

Through night and day

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He’ll survey and see

Oh what could that be

A flash, a twinkle in his pan

Then start all over again

By Cynthia Aholelei © May 24, 2011

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kanivel on May 24, 2011
Wow! What a poem!
alvinwriter on May 24, 2011
I could really imagine that miner in my mind. This is poetry that deserves to be among the classics.
chandrra on May 25, 2011
what a poem
payaltyagi on May 25, 2011
Good Posting Dear
athena goodlight on May 25, 2011
a golden piece indeed!
Sara Holt on May 26, 2011
you’ve got a piece of literary gold here. I can see all of us Trionders with our pans in hand:)
Dreamy777 on May 26, 2011
nice work
realityspeaks on May 27, 2011
These words paint pictures. Beautiful.
Sebastian Onciu on May 29, 2011
There can be beauty and poetry even in a darkness of a mine!
neopisiva on Jun 3, 2011
Awesome work!

Hi there!