Legand of a Bucyrus Crane
By Sharon Bissell
She worked this land
Many years ago
Now off walking
She will go
To another mine
She loves so fine
Digging that yellow stuff
We love so fine
Each step she takes
Brings her closer
To her new gold filled home
Oh the stories she could tell
And how the crowd would listen
About the days of gold
Their quest for gold
They were so bold...
So listen closely
To her tracks
As she slowly makes her way
Down this busy highway
Let it take you back
To the time her work was new
Shell'll tell the tale of riches
And dreams that never came true
Her days at Franklin
Are still recalled
As they were like yesturday
This was the place
She made it big
As it was where
They found the most
There were 2-U Cats
Of every size
But only one Bucyrus
So now she's walked not her last
But a new story is starting fast
So listen to those tracks
The stories they could tell
It's not the treasure of the Atochia
Or that of the Golden Reef
Although its's mystery is unknown
This quest for gold
Can steal your soul
If you listen to a Bucyrus
*2008*
In memory of Harold Mitchell. He was owner of mine at Mosquito Fork Bridge, Near Chicken, Alaska. Harold was from Baraga Michigan which in the upper peninsula of Michigan. He passed away in 2009 at his home.
Original owners were in the history books under the name Bob and Molly McCombs. They were the first to frieght supplies into this region of Alaska. On week of June 16, 2008. Harold Mitchell and myself and others were walking this crane down the Taylor Highway. This was a slow process and Harold was piloting the van as to warn others this crane was walking or coming down the road. This was a 4 1/2 hour walk as this was a big crane. Traffic was minimal and everyone was there to help. As this crane was walking on the still dirt road I listed to the crane and I asked Harold if he had pen and paper and he said yes and that is when this little poem came to life. And now I again share with everyone. Sharon
Ham Mining
Chicken, Alaska
