Down, down, into the river I wade
Pan in hand, search for the gold of the land,
Little wages am I paid
Day to night,
Don’t say, don’t fight
Pan or pick, it’s better than a stick
To find the find the gold, beautiful and bright
Road to riches and delight
I pan and pan
And dig and dig
Even if it is for a lazy pig
At least it all goes to plan
Day to night,
Don’t say, don’t fight
Wouldn’t want to start a nasty plight
For the rich man's delight
Back is killing me,
But I’ve gotta let it be
Gotta keep it bold
If I wanna find that gold
And bring it right on home
Into the mine with the pick my friend made
To find the glittering gold
Long hours I work, little wages paid
For a little thing to be proud and bold
- Jay M
October 25th, 2021
Writing pieces about different things in history in my Creative Writing class. Today's prompt was the gold rush, and how Chinese workers were massively hired, and sadly considered expendable. The goal was to write a lyrical or narrative poem, based on the given prompt.
