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


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.

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  3. Anonymous says:

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

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