Best Dredging Poems
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
conscientious today
sharing my poetic light
penning my very first wonderful kerf
figuring out a way
to pen my unique insight
confidence shaken by blue papa smurf
in the manner of Joyce
there is a smile on my face
skating across ice as snow bunnies surf
dredging up my own voice
winning this poetic race
sliding into home as others windsurf
conscientious today
sharing my poetic light
penning my very first wonderful kerf
figuring out a way
to pen my unique insight
confidence shaken by blue papa smurf
in the manner of Joyce
there is a smile on my face
skating across ice as snow bunnies surf
dredging up my own voice
winning this poetic race
sliding into home as others windsurf
Dredging Trump and Hedging
For things about Trump did start dredging;
As usual his supporters had been hedging;
Is dimwitted;
Be committed;
Always doing bad things are all allegedly.
Jim Horn
Dredging Thoughts
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
On the river of life
Of late I’m dredging,
Thoughts from aged sand;
My mind, like a bottle,
That suddenly came uncapped,
Pours forth long disregarded contents,
From when life was good,
And mostly pleasing,
Things thought heretofore
Forever trapped, I’m finding,
Was just capture and liberate;
The older I get, the more I have to remember,
And the less I retain.
Tom