Let it never be said...

[dreiman]

You guys are amazing and remind me of my father. He ran the last productive silver mine in the Mojave Desert decades ago and was a digger at heart. He published this poem in Desert Magazine in honor of his fellow treasure hunters -

Let it never be said that the sourdough is dead
Only the skeptics have bid him farewell
Rewards from the mine are but a matter of time
But the earth weeps from the sweat of his toil
It's down in the dark where a miner makes his mark
Where adventures and fortune are waiting
Treasures of the deep are fast asleep
Waiting for him to awaken them

Ray Caldwell - 1925 - 1988

I'm Donnita, his proud daughter and it's the 20th anniversary of his death.

God bless you all and thank you for listening.

 

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[Ferrous]

What a wonderful tribute to your father. Do you have any more of his poems? I grew up in southern Nevada and remember reading that magizine. I also enjoyed the wonderful photos that adorned it's pages. Your Dad's name sounds very familiar.

 

[flyinguy]

dad sounds great. you don't know how much you love them 'till they are gone. he must have been proud to have such a sweet daughter. bless you girl. bill

 

[Pepper2004]

Sounds like he was a wonderful man. May he rest in peace. Thank you for sharing with us.

Pepper