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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
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.
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