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The Prospector: He packs his tack in a great canvas sack And then drives away in his car. Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes; They will await his return from afar. When he reaches the track he will find his way back With his GPS tuned to a star. The stories are told how he travels the road With constant anticipation, He ignores the snakes as he hammers in stakes, On the boundary of his location This man has gone bush, and he shows no rush To return to civilization. This modern-gold seeker, with a stick and a beeper That creates echoes to his ears from the ground. On his own, he unpacks his gear from his sacks, He’s left family and friends in the town. Now the bush replaces their loving embraces With an encompassing sky and a peaceful surround. The look on his face shows nary a trace Of emotion as he unpacks his gear. He sets up his camp, and primes his lamp, Lights fire, and watches a dingo draw near. Staring into the embers, he starts to remember Other campsites like the one he has here. He wakes in the morning, stretching and yawning As he extracts his bones from the ground. His muscles will strengthen as the days lengthen While he walks the grid; listening to sounds. Bright are his eyes, as he unearths the prize His detector, signals it there to be found. When his eyes behold the nugget of gold As he digs in the earth for this prize They sparkle and shine as he takes out his twine, Knotted, for measurement of size. The tail of his shirt removes unwanted dirt And hessian covers rock from prying eyes As he looks to the ground; there is more to be found! Shards that catch the bright setting sun. He puts some in a pot, then marks this fine spot, So he can find it again when he’s done. For the task of recording his find in the morning, He must leave; he feels he should run. From the past he has learned, he knows he’ll return After the assayer sees what's in his sack. There is quiet celebration, with this revelation As he phones his partner to say she should pack. They both go to sign on the dotted line, Then together they travel the track back. Wordancer
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