Hi everyone. Firstly, THANKS VERY MUCH Gold Rat for your kind and appreciated prize offer. Secondly, it's hard to make a brief comment about a lifestyle that takes up most of your life in one way or another. Whether it's preparing for a gold/bottle/relic hunting trip (which for us takes weeks!!) or actually being out in the field looking for the elusive gold/bottle/relic finds
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Anyway, I had an attack of creative thought.... I think
. Being out in the bush does things to you, you know. Good things, hopefully.
layful: So... I could submit 21 separate comments.... or if you consider each of my poem stanzas as a brief comment you can see them all here in one hit
. Hopefully you can recognise yourself in it and that you enjoy it. Cheers.
"OUR PROSPECTING LIFE"
How do you feel about another trek?
Oh bloody hell, I feel like a wreck.
Im still getting over the last little jaunt
the trials of that, they still do haunt. :|
The weatherman says it will be cool
and Im saying that you are a fool.
He showed me the forecast and the map
but I think hes manipulated the app!!
Look around, youve got to be joking
the grounds so hot its hazy and smoking
but were in sickness, health and insanity together
so Ill go with you despite the weather.
So leaving the cool, off we did drive
me desperately hoping we would survive.
The heat was horrendous, I thought I would die
an egg on the ground would easily fry.
We were way out in the sticks
amongst hot rocks and old bricks..
out and about detecting for gold
on our sanity we had a tenuous hold.
The little specks they like to call nuggets
were very rare - but not so the fuggets.
Everywhere we went were bits of rust
lying in wait in the sun drenched dust.
As the temperature grew higher and higher
the weatherman grew more of a liar.
Cool and comfortable he had supposedly said
instead, in the heat, our faces grew red. :8
Taz, the hot little devil,
barked Is my Daddy on the level?
So especially for him I made a sunhat
but he stayed indoors and that was that.
We spent some time on a bottle dig
the hole we dug was really big.
We dug two bottles to hang on the wall
all the others had had a great fall.
Our skin was hot, our brains were dry
we could hear our brain cells pant and cry.
The headache pounding inside our head
was a constant reminder of impending dread.
We needed water to quench our thirst
before we did anything we had that first.
Blood from my nose did freely flow
towards my home I wished to go. :argh:
Just sit in the shade and stay out of the sun
and around about midnight it will seem like fun.
We watched a brilliant fiery-red sun set
but its hard to enjoy while dripping with sweat.
It was the place for a buzzing song -
a million mossies cant all be wrong!!
As for the flies, you swish and you swat
but under the flynet they still manage to squat.
If it wasn't for the change in light
you couldn't tell the day from night,
the temperature would barely drop
so, like a fish out of water, onto bed you would flop.
But as much as you tried to do your best
it was just impossible to lay back and rest
so you would puzzle, colour or read a book
while your insides felt like a rotisseried chook.
Tossing and turning in the relentless heat
no need for a cover, not even a sheet.
The mossies would zoom in to drink your blood
so many of them it seemed like a flood. 8.(
So much water you had to drink
to keep your mind back from the brink,
on an ice block you would have to lick
just to stop from being sick.
We hunted for gold and some chrysoprase
under the golden orbs relentless blaze.
I saw little white stars where there were none -
could they be mirages caused by the sun?
It seems we were too far away
to get a visit from Santas sleigh
No carrots were left for his reindeer
but the greatest gift was to get rain here.
The plants and animals were desiccated -
the thrill of the chase is so over-rated.
Ive tried to tell you what I think
of the warped idea that came with a wink.
A check of my notes on this time last year
showed we were out and not far from here.
So next Christmas, my dear, when you're in the zone
Im telling you now. you will go it alone!! O
:inlove:
(copyright. Sandra Box)
