Monday, February 20, 2017

49 'r Trail and Betrayal















I moved to the Calaveras foothills,
To a Small town named Jenny Lind.
Escaping from Rodeo Drive's glitter,
I thought I was born again.

Immersed in gold rush history,
I followed the ancient footprints.
My haunts and recreations
Joined a history that never relents.

I lived within the Stoney ruins,
Sharing the pioneer’s dreams….
Only to find a real-time heaven,
Ain’t exactly as it seems.

Miners lied about discoveries,
Most, never found the mother lode…
Making money selling mine shares,
To suckers met, along the road.  

Prospectors cured their loneliness,
With promises so old…
Pledging love and loyalty
While selling you Fool’s Gold.






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