While hiking Sutter Hill
I once asked a miner, a salty 49er, where gold and silver came from.
He chuckled and told me:
"On a balmy October night, many years ago
while all the creatures in the forest crept
and every man and woman slept
the moon hit the earth inept
spilling out molten electrum into the rivers and streams
transforming everything downstream into glitter and gleam
and on he went:
Now days since have passed where all-on-yonder you see
are silver dollars that make ya holler
and pans of gold unfold beyond man's stories untold...
Keep your eye on the dream of those things unseen
and travel far and wide on a train of steam
and-eventually-you'll find your eternal spring!"