Caren Krutsinger Poet Lyric

I Got the Gold Rush Fever In 1888

A letter from my brother!
It had been three months!
We invited the Pony Express rider to stay for a meal.
He was grateful, but not half as grateful as me.

We read the letter three times over ham and beans and cornbread.
Wallace, Idaho. He wanted us to come out there. He said there was gold.
My husband was leery, disbelieving, scoffed a bit.
The messenger did not say much, ate fast, and was out the door.

I began begging to go out there. I had not seen my brother in months.
He said there is gold, I argued. Let’s just put the baby in the wagon and go.
I would not leave it alone. We finally went, it was a difficult trip.
We never made it. 
Flu got the baby and I along the way. 
Not sure what happened to my husband.

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Kim Rodrigues March 21, 2020 at 8:24 AM Ooh...that last line too! And he had to press on. Did he die too or did he find gold, a new wife... Nicely done. Caren Krutsinger March 21, 2020 at 7:04 PM Thank you Kim. It was simply fun to write.

Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2020 at 9:01 PM oh my, that was a sad little story!! I like how you write on so many different topics. Wish I had time to read more but I am always so behind here lately. Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2020 at 10:18 PM Thank you Andrea. We are out of school for three weeks in Kansas City. Lots of writing time.