I wrote this poem as I'm currently suffering from winter gold fever blues:
Gold fever in winter gets bad
'Cause minin’ just ain’t to be had.
No pannin’ to do
Gets me feelin’ blue.
This fever’s sure drivin’ me mad!
So how does a miner stay sane
When fever is cookin’ his brain?
Is shoppin’ the way
To get through the day?
Will toys ease the gold-fevered pain?
My shed and my basement are filled.
Will buyin’ more stuff get me killed?
My wife’s said, “Enough!”
But she ain’t so tough . . .
As long as she don’t see we’re billed.
I know of a prospectin’ store
With coils and detectors and more.
So, I’m off to buy,
And then how I’ll try
To sneak them inside the back door.
All the best,
Lanny
Here's a gold minin' video of a smaller placer operation to soothe your fever:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTNdzkFJ4vY
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I should put this poem to music. I fall into the "buy" trap every winter. Too much time to think and prepare. Greig
You do know the suffering of the long winter, as do I. But, something has to be done to ease the pain . . .
All the best,
Lanny
Keep em' coming Lanny, I really like your mining poems, great work!
Thanks for leaving such a nice comment. I really do hate being frozen out of mining this time of year!
All the best,
Lanny