Gold

• Livia Vucic, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

Gold! Gold! Gold!
Looking for gold all day long,
Wondering what will happen while humming a song,
Pay thirty shillings and get a licence,
Wait another month and do it again.

Gold! Gold! Gold!
Oh so shiny and bold,
Molten, hammered and rolled,
Nothings better than gold,
Unless you get it sold.

Now that the gold rush has begun,
And with a mighty flash it was done,
Sometimes whilst in the mine,
You had no time before the mine collapsed.