Inspired by all your posts, and too cold to go dig, boredom set in...
The Perfect Life
Oh to live care free in the Phillipines and sweep a beach each day, where asian tourists bask and swim and lose their 24K!
Or in the Outback harsh and sere where nuggets can be found, not ones that post a pennyweight, the ones that post a pound!
Alaska! Yes! In summertime 'neath retreating glaciers tread, pulling globs of gold from gravel big as a babys head!
Oh joy! A solid signal, a low and sultry tone, as sweet as sirens singing to my auditory bone!
Could it be a golden wedding band? An ancient Roman hoard? A nickle or a pulltab, a nail stuck in a board?
Oh sweet anticipation you are a cruel god! I need to find some shine sometimes to keep me busting sod!
Obsession or addiction, hobby or a sport? A mental aberration or affliction of some sort?
Chores neglected at the house, still yet this coil swing! Two steps from a bracelet, three steps from a ring!
At least thats what I tell myself with optimism high. Chip kicking through a totlot, sweeping fields and beaches dry!
The Perfect Life a vision, swinging coil wild and free, a'diggin holes in heat and cold, 'til one is dug for me!
The Perfect Life
Oh to live care free in the Phillipines and sweep a beach each day, where asian tourists bask and swim and lose their 24K!
Or in the Outback harsh and sere where nuggets can be found, not ones that post a pennyweight, the ones that post a pound!
Alaska! Yes! In summertime 'neath retreating glaciers tread, pulling globs of gold from gravel big as a babys head!
Oh joy! A solid signal, a low and sultry tone, as sweet as sirens singing to my auditory bone!
Could it be a golden wedding band? An ancient Roman hoard? A nickle or a pulltab, a nail stuck in a board?
Oh sweet anticipation you are a cruel god! I need to find some shine sometimes to keep me busting sod!
Obsession or addiction, hobby or a sport? A mental aberration or affliction of some sort?
Chores neglected at the house, still yet this coil swing! Two steps from a bracelet, three steps from a ring!
At least thats what I tell myself with optimism high. Chip kicking through a totlot, sweeping fields and beaches dry!
The Perfect Life a vision, swinging coil wild and free, a'diggin holes in heat and cold, 'til one is dug for me!
