Gold shines just as brilliantly as silver or bronze achievements for the greatest of them all standing on podiums, they show-off their medals. Well gold, silver, and bronze shine just as much as tin or iron even the cheapest of plastics can be made to reflect light. Will your champion know what is really gold or will they be distracted by how it glitters? No, not all winners are fools. But the best of them all can determine the metal of their medals.
It's that time again. When rangey youth in wounded utes are sent to pick up tin. Eyes peeled for shiny mangled bikes and steely bits of thing. I want to see the crucible they put it in. Behold the pearly metallurgic mess unfold. A gleaming steaming mass of brassy storm So cooked and cooled and coaxed and clicked and jewelled into mercurial form Then moulded bright and fine once more. This is the Copper loop of life we mine. Eternal Circulated Alchemy Divine.
Council cleanup in my neighbourhood this week. A scavenger's delight.
Tin toys, In grandfathers home, Memories of childhood, Spent in times of antiquity, A small tin frog, A wind up soldier, A train, Times of simplicity, Gone and replaced, With cold glass, And unforgiving sleek modern metal.