Tales of Gold

a story of wealth and greed

A stream he had found, while wandering around

Through miles of mountain trails

Broken and sore, from looking for

That big strike where he’d prevail,

 

Years and years he had endeavored

With just a trace now and then to show

He had dipped his pan, across the land

Everywhere that he would go,

 

He knew what signs to look for

He had struck it rich before

But money earned, is quickly burned

From a wealthy man, now he was poor,

 

So about to cash in his chips

He sat down on the bank of a stream

Bending over to drink, he could scarcely think

Of what was causing that shimmering gleam,

 

The sun shown bright and clearly

Through the sparkling little creek

He dug his hand, into the sand

Would this finally be his lucky streak,

 

He slowly pulled out his fist

And opened it up to see

Well he just stared, at the nuggets there

How much dough could there really be,

 

He worked day in and day out

Pulling his treasure from the sand

From big to small, he gathered it all

He’d be the richest man in the land,

 

But greed seemed to take control

While filling his bags with all they could hold

Then he loaded his pack, threw it over his back

Slipped and fell from the weight of the gold,

 

A stream I found, while wandering around

In the hills near my mountain home

When to my surprise, right before my eyes

A tattered old pack….. on a pile of bones.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW, what a great story, Trace! He was greedy and put too much gold in that backpack. It was his ruination. Ah, but you were the lucky one who stumbled upon it. If only, right? You have always been a wonderful story teller. I enjoyed this. Lydi**

[Trace]

I enjoyed writing this poetic story. Living in the west and working in a precious metals mine as I do.
It just kinda rolled of my tongue. And as a lot of my poems and stories do come from my own life experiences...... I will only say that I am not allowed to disclose the contents of that withered old leathe pouch I found in a dry stream bed.

Thank you for reading and for your always encouraging compliments my friend.

Trace

[Lydia Shutter]

You mysterious one!

[Roland Petrov]

A great story and a lovely poem. It's beautifully written and very entertaining. Together with the lovely picture, it's golden package. A big thumbs up from me for this one.

[Trace]

Thank you so very much for your wonderful comments and compliments on my poem.

Trace.

[wordman]

a great story trace,was the gold still in the bag lol
greed will always bring you down

[Trace]

Great question to ponder.
I left that up to the reader to consider.

Thanks for reading and commenting on my writing.

Trace.

[wordman]

you are welcome,he got it

[Trace]

In reading the last verse
You get to see that the story teller becomes the "Lucky" one.
"ME"