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 The Prospecter Fantasy Poems 4/6/2017
 Sure Signs Of Spring Nature 4/3/2017
 May The Poetry Take You Away Fantasy Poems 4/3/2017
 This Weeping Willow Nature 3/29/2017
 He's Headed Home  Poems To Our Troops 3/28/2017
 I'm Going Home [SONG]  Inspirational Poems 3/24/2017
 The Rain Maker Fantasy Poems 3/24/2017
 Her Letter Love Gone Bad 3/21/2017
 The Drifter Cowboy Poems 3/18/2017
 He Walks Beside Us  Inspirational Poems 3/17/2017
 As I Lay On My Pillow Grieving and Loss 3/13/2017
 There's Poetry In The Wind Inspirational Poems 3/13/2017
 Oh Mister Moon  Nature 2/11/2017
 The Spirit Of The Wolf Poems To Our Troops 2/4/2017
 A Bit Of His Love Inspirational Poems 2/4/2017
 To Mother Earth Inspirational Poems 1/20/2017
 Greed Inspirational Poems 1/16/2017
 Missing You Tonight I Love You 1/15/2017
 Christmas Time Holiday Poems 12/11/2016
 He Said Inspirational Poems 12/8/2016
 The Poet Insight 11/13/2016
 Out There In That Field Dedications 11/12/2016
 If You Would Come Back To Me Love Gone Bad 11/11/2016
 He's Just A Soldier Dedications 11/11/2016
 I Believe Insight 11/11/2016
 The Praying Soldier Inspirational Poems 11/11/2016
 The Tumble Weed Tale Cowboy Poems 11/7/2016
 For Mom Dedications 11/2/2016
 I Heard The Angels Singing [SONG] Song Lyrics 11/1/2016
 One More Week To Go Current Events 10/31/2016
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The Prospecter

The Prospecter

Up in the mountains
He's digging for gold
He was told a story
Of a great mother load

He's lived up there
Back inside of a cave
Someday that hole
Might be his grave

There are some that say
'he's just an old fool'
Digging his life away
With just a few tools

He lives off the land
Only killing what he can eat
Unless some one comes looking
That becomes another treat

He's found a few nuggets
Scattered here and there
But not enough to brag
Just enough to keep him aware

Then there's a rumble
From way down below
He makes a run for it
To get out of that hole

When the dust comes clear
He works his way back in
He feels so guilty
Almost like it was a sin

As he get back in there
There are nugget big as his fist
He breaks down crying
He has finally found his wish

He bags up what he can
And packs it on his mule
Then heads off to town
To show them who's a fool

Written 4/6/2017 by Norman Hale Jr.

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