Golden Veins
Free flowing river coming from high
up in the mountains .
Ice cold from the spring thaw
carrying precious rocks.
Settlers looking in awe
as they pan the rocks .
Some pioneers made caves
deep into the hills.
Fights broke out over rights
to the best claims .
Many families
sought those rocks
and lost their possessions.
Big nuggets
small nuggets
all sizes were mined.
Gold fever spread
like a plaque on the land.
People heading west
from big towns in the east
all in search of riches
beyond belief .
Outlaws stood like hawks
waiting steal their plunder.
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