Up in the mountains
There is a town
Deserted and barren
From minerals unfound.
The people came
By wagon train
Crawling through the mountains
Of the rough terrain.
They built some stores
A church and school
Hoping to prove
They were no fool.
The dreams of silver
The tales of riches
Still hovered the town
Amongst their skills and niches.
And up in the hills
As they dug and scraped
Hoping to find
Lost silver to stake.
But you know, it never
Came to pass
‘Cause down from the hills
In the dry prairie grass
Their dreams went bad
So they had to go
Weary travelers again
So hard, you know!
And now it's a shrine
We can pass through and see
For the modern day traveler
Like you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am lucky to be the first reader of some of your poems.... this one is again a nice one, story of human beings, plundering the natural resources and ripping mountains and jungles apart. Starting with the promises of building and creating institutions around their greed, fooling poor folks and ultimately revealing their intentions....may they never succeed...