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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 THE FABRIC OF LIFE by KAY RYAN SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A CHILD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR by RUDYARD KIPLING THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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