Gold Dredging

Gold Dredging Early morning first light Camped on the rugged, mountainous terrain Out of our warm sleeping bags and tent we crawl To the smells of pine and clean fresh air of the mountain Wood starts a sizzling, spitting, crackling campfire For early morning hot coffee and a warm breakfast I Dress in tee shirt and swim suit, Hubby is in his wet suit We walked down to the creek Pull the dredge into the creek and get it started When he hits bedrock where gold might be hiding I stand beside the sleuth watching the Gravel run over the riffles I make sure the riffles stay clean So the heavy gold Will deposit behind them and on the mat I see the flash of color and utter excitement I yell, “We've hit gold,” impatient With my tweezers and small jar For safekeeping and I keep on cleaning When the day is done, tired, wet, and weary as a drowned rat We clean the miners mat into a bucket By the campfire we sit and pan our gold from the black sand After the hard day’s work we undertook, it is wonderful To see all the sparkling gold dust in my pan The same warm excited feeling I felt when my husband placed My gold wedding band on my finger 12/27/2014