Gold

• Christian Mcdonald, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

There once was a man called Edward Hargraves,
He searched for gold in rivers and caves,
With his pick and shovel he dug gravel and sand,
In the rivers and creeks he used his pan.

He made a strike at Summer Hill Creek,
And throughout NSW they came to seek,
That shiny mineral, so soft and malleable,
Which brings such wealth, so precious and valuable.

Into the cradle he tossed the earth,
And then add some water and shake up the dirt,
Till out goes the trash and all is left is gold,
Some strike it rich but most just grow old.

His most famous find was at Summer Hill Creek,
And still today you hear people speak,
Of the hope and the rush to find their new fortune,
But all that they found was their squalor renewed.