Setting out upon a journey

embarking towards the west.

Dreams of golden riches abound

as they begin their quest.

All of their possesions lie

in a covered wagon bed.

Leaving so much of them behind

but only looking straight ahead.

Following all the tales they've heard

of the riches to be found.

Stories of what awaits them there

buried in stone and ground.

Praying for the 'Mother Lode.'

when they reach their claim.

Like many travelers before them

the dream remains the same.

And while some struck it rich

from the stories I've been told.

Many on this miner's quest

only found 'Fools Gold.'

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