Old Man Gold-Pan

Under the dust
in your boots,
the river
meanders well.
~
What’s all
this talk
about dead
river beds,
~
When the
sky colours
your eyes,
~
When the
sky colours
my eyes…
Old man gold-pan.


(Neil Young ~ From the album ‘Harvest’: Heart of Gold

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4 thoughts on “Old Man Gold-Pan

  1. I usually don’t add a song to a poem, but I couldn’t keep Neil Young out of my thoughts, while thinking about gold panning and my old rockn’roll Dad 🙂 Thank-you for reading.
    Tara

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  3. Anonymous says:

    I like this one. It reminds me of my dad.

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