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The Ballad Of Prospector Pete

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The Ballad Of Prospector Pete

Prospector Pete had roamed the hills fer years searchin' fer gold!
He and his faithful burro, Fred, were both growin' weary and old.
He'd looked fer color in many a mountain and stream in Colorado,
Lookin' fer that mother lode, that elusive vein, his own El Dorado!

Oh, he'd found a few nuggets here and there, but didn't amount to much.
Those he did find he'd blown on gamblin', women, whiskey and such!
Pete would save a bag of dust or two from his many wanton toots,
To grubstake himself to re-supply his picks, jeans, shovels and boots.

He staked his claims along ripplin' streams and left many holes along the way.
The mountains and valleys are pocked with his many diggin's to this very day!
He'd come up dry, nothin' there, and move on to more appealin' pickin's,
Burrowin' and pannin' with elbows flyin' workin' like the dickens!

Pete would winter in his cabin 'til spring then he'd begin his annual quest,
Packin' his tools on long-sufferin' Fred and headin' fer the hills to the west.
If he didn't find that elusive bonanza this year he swore that he would retire,
To his ramshackle cabin at the foot of Mount Pisgah and enjoy the blazin' fire!

Years passed and Prospector Pete wasn't seen 'round town much anymore.
On a wintry day his friends found him froze to death upon his cabin floor!
They dug Prospector Pete's grave and buried him outside his cabin door.
Eureka! Six feet down was that vein of gold that he'd been lookin' for!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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  1. Date: 12/19/2013 1:37:00 PM
    Hello Bob H., . Congratulations, and thank you for supporting the Ballad contest.... Forever- Linda

  1. Date: 10/25/2012 3:52:00 PM
    Wow, Bob, awsome story. The ending is killer, no pun intended. Have a lucky day. Would make a great movie.

  1. Date: 10/22/2012 4:57:00 AM
    Brilliant story. I feel for poor Pete - what bad luck.... Thank you for visiting my page, Robert, and the kind comment left. Regards, Su

  1. Date: 10/21/2012 2:20:00 PM
    Hi Robert this is brill, left me in stitches, real gold my friend, all the best Owen

  1. Date: 10/21/2012 5:04:00 AM
    Another gem to enter on my necklace, which I already have a lot from you bob. - :) :) Have a nice Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 10/20/2012 3:28:00 PM
    So funny, I can hear a song commin' on! This is the first I am reading your work, and it is very enjoyable. I want to read more!

  1. Date: 10/20/2012 1:56:00 PM
    Always held entralled when I read your work..Enjoy this delight so much..Sara

  1. Date: 10/20/2012 12:54:00 PM
    I feel for Prospector Pete, Bob H., this is one of the best ballads I've ever came across here on the soup. Well at least he found his gold at last... enjoyed...pd

  1. Date: 10/20/2012 11:40:00 AM
    Too many times this happens in life - that which we seek in just below the surface, around the corner, or even right in front. Great story.