Gold

• Chris Daw, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

fron rice and rats to sun and sand
so far away from my home land.

in search orf gold that shins and gleams
to for fill my longest dreams.

i dig for days and it is hot
but do istop i'll thin not.
i dig today i'll dig tomorow
,with hart of sorrow

so far away fram my home land

i have found the gold it's in my hands