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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PROSPECTOR, by IRENE WELCH GRISSOM First Line: Scent of sage and a coyote's song Last Line: The end of the last long trail. Subject(s): Prospecting | |||
Scent of sage and a coyote's song, Silver sand in moonlight gleam, Glowing days that drift along -- Ever the shining dream. Flapjacks and bacon frying In smoke of eventide, A hot wind softly sighing, Gray silence deep and wide. Sawtoothed peaks and lava slopes, The heat that comes with noon -- Still the eager, youthful hopes, Vast wealth shall be his soon. Defeat recedes and distant, dim, Hidden gold is his alone! Visions lure and beckon him -- The desert keeps its own. Years are long and hills grow steep, On -- and on -- he cannot fail! Under the sand, fast asleep, The end of the last long trail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROSPECTOR'S WIFE by FAITH TURNER SOURDOUGH STORY by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE A PIONEER WOMAN by IRENE WELCH GRISSOM THE DESERT DEAD by IRENE WELCH GRISSOM ON THE EXPECTED GENERAL RISING OF THE FRENCH NATION IN 1792 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY by ROBERT HERRICK I SAW THREE SHIPS by MOTHER GOOSE |
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