Canary Song



I don’t blame you

The digging is hard work

And this old rock

Bears little ore to sell

Panned hard and pawned

Under claim jumper hands

The golden joy

Spent by bad company

~~~

It is a hard place

Scarred by pick and shovel

Where more taken

Then what is left behind

But what is here

Is not always treasure

Ghosts haunt the mined

From cave-ins long ago

~~~

We whisper here

A hallowed hush enough

Scrape away stone

With hands calloused and rough

With hope to find

Just a speck of sparkle

Among the mud

A remnant of the good

~~~

Old prospectors

Still spin yarns of hidden

But dimly lit

It’s easy to get lost

Canary song

Will be your only sign

And what you find

May not be worth the cost



Comments
16 Responses to “Canary Song”
  1. Some ‘stones’ don’t have a “speck of sparkle”, and although I’m a pessimist by nature, I believe that one speck may still have great value.

  2. beth says:

    so powerful and now, stripped, nothing left, and much lost

  3. Jim Borden says:

    despite the odds, for the prosectors, hope springs eternal…
    thanks, goodness for the canary…

  4. Beautiful! Great work Brad! “And what you find may not be worth the cost.” Great closing! All the best to you my friend!

  5. kristianw84 says:

    You & those brilliantly gorgeous endings!! 😍😍😍

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