The miner says "there's gold in them there hills"
He needs the gold to pay his bills
To find the gold is very rare
And once gold is struck, the minor won't play fair
He'll keep all the gold for himself to buy a fancy new wagon
He'll then ride his horse to his fancy new mansion
The miner will buy everything he ever wanted
"That's if you can find gold," the other's miners taunted
"I'll show you," the miner shouted back
He told the others he was no hack
He hiked up the trail to get to the mountain
He swung his axe hoping for a gold fountain
He found a few gold nuggets which made him very happy
He at least had enough to get a gift for his pappy
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Cute poem and story told!
Everyone is selfish. Everything needs to be gotten through labor. No one will feed another without purpose. Everyone keeps the gold they have gotten for themselves. Unless, being very charitable, they give a little bit of what they own.
Lovely, Alex!!! So joyful, loved it!!!
Awww, this is such a happy poem! I loved it!
This is great, enjoyed reading this!
Nice Alex. I love the story it tells.