Renfrew, a very rugged place, just north of Halifax!
An abandoned mine, swallowed up by the forest,
There underground, Edgar Horne patiently extracts!
This grizzled, prospector still chasing nuggets!
>From this isolated, relic mine, once put to good use,
Reconstructing,bit by bit, creates personal abuse!
He's not often finding, high grade concentrate,
However, is still determined, to still work and wait!
Hoisting heavy buckets of ore! Blasting away!
Breaking up the larger pieces, every single day!
Smitten with "gold fever", as in the days of old!!
He has stepped back in time.....and refuses to fold!
It's his thick, Canadian blood....just like all of the rest!
He can't get away, from this lifelong, golden quest!
Wants a seventeenth century mill, to assist and be fair!
Feels that the "Mother Load" is still captive,down there!
Gold! Gold! More Gold! Always on his eager mind!!
And with faith and stout heart, one day he will find!
Fools who chase Gold....such a tough, weary addiction!
Constantly on your mind! What a hopeless affliction!
How long will he struggle, like a ghost from the past?
A ghost man...a ghost, gold mine....TO THE VERY LAST!!
Pauline Banning
W3-967-97-D10
Gold does glitter, but "all that glitters, is not gold", especially
in a
true tale like this. Perhaps the gleam, in Edgar's eyes, is even brighter,
than the minuscule pieces of gold, that he infrequently finds, as he
sifts
and seeks his fortune.
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