All Is Not Gold That Glitters

Come Gather ’round all you kids And listen to my story, About some of the trials and temptations You will find on the road to glory. You go to school for many years, To get your education. Then you start out with high hopes Of climbing to some high station. Some will get a job, some will not. They don’t like this nor that. They want to be “big league”, and talk big, But they are only “talking...

The Miners Hymn

Rock of Ages, cleft by me, Let me find, some gold in Thee. Find some gold, and silver too, Or a lot, of lead would do. Rock of Ages, share with me, The sight of gold, I want to see. Through desert heat, and arctic cold, I have searched, this land for gold. Many a mile, on tired feet, No water to drink, and naught to eat. Rock of Ages, don’t torture me, Release Thy gold, and set it free. Sometime soon, as a surprise, Please...

The Simple Truth

If you think of going mining, Better stop and think some more. For if you do, you’ll be worse off Than you ever were before. Every cent you can beg or borrow, Will go into the ground. You never will be satisfied, ‘Till you have drilled another ‘round’. You will work like a fool From daylight ‘till dark, You will find that mining Isn’t much of a lark. What little rest you get Won’t do you much good. When you should be...

The Mistreated Pup

It was the middle of winter and awfully bleak, The water was frozen, in pond and creek. The snow was deep, frigid and white, As the little pup suffered alone in the night. He had been thrown from a big shining car, Had landed in a ditch, with a bonebreaking jar. The car sped away, was soon out of sight, Leaving the broken legged puppy, in a terrible plight. He whimpered and moaned, and howled with pain But there was no kind...

A Midnight Feast

A Midnight Feast A coyote sat upon a hill, Far above the valley, And broadcast the news about his kill, A call for kin to rally. From across a canyon to the north, An answer comes a ringing. From the south, and east, and west, Come echoes of their singing. One by one they gathered ‘round, The bleeding doe there on the ground. And ate their fill, ‘mid snarling sound. Two deer less next year. ~Kenneth Browning Photo...