Grandpa's Gold Poem by Eugene Holt

When I was just a lad, my Grandpa came to me
He told me about a ledge of gold he wanted me to see
Promising to take me there, when the time was right
I never will forget those words he told me on that night

He said over the Panamint Mountains, and down the other side
Across the great Death Valley, just west of the divide
Look along the hillside, until you see a spring
Follow the canyon to the vein, and riches it will bring

Now I search the mountains, for I know that it is true
Somewhere in these hills, there's enough for me and you
One day I will find it, and stories will be told
About the little lad, who found his Grandpa's gold