Poor bugga, he probably thought he was on a winner too, wondered why he was the only one ever there ,... soo much quietness and isolation, buckets of gold getting hauled out of the wilderness (not that he's tellin), just had to share his story ,... wondering still if he's the only prospector left in the world as he drags his poor suffering back (and bulky equipment) back in through the bush, to pull another 12 hr shift(just like the old boys did) to bring home the bacon, shaking his head at the apathy of the world wondering himself why the droves of unemployed arn't joining by his side as in the rushes of the days of yore ,.... yet still, in the bliss of ignorance his daily chore kicks on.
The quiet and the solitude continue by the babble of the creek, with the bush sounds there to greet him, as he wonders in his mind, of the rush that didn't come, even though the papers called it loud n true ,.... a digger digs alone now, in a startled rush of one on a lonely mountain creek in the south of our great land, his wilderness is taming as he works his favoured spot, the only one to do so, and of it all hes got the lot.
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