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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