Gold in Streams

In an open land

Of time that almost stood still

Harnessed back from now

To what went on then

What was grassy plain now

Was once of sandy ground

Of where horses once ran

And cowboys shouted out loud

Gunshot saloons

Men falling to the floor

Men been thrown out

Through wooden flapping doors

Whiskey on the bar

Lined up for all

Horses tied up out side

Hills full of stories so far

As children played in open fields

And swam in open lakes

They had the freedom to be themselves

No fancy tools no rakes

As I came across a wooden cart

I wondered had it got age

As I drew and wrote about it

It almost lifted off the page

History of the land

Of all that came before

Life back then was hard enough

But certainly not a bore

Working life was all around

No one ever stood still

Machines were few and far between

Men made tools and discovered gold in streams

So when we look at how far we have come

And how life was back then

Just think of all of the sacrifices

That was made by those women and men

They made it through the hard times

When no food was there for them

When all around there was poverty

No never gave up

Never gave in

Going back to basics

Is what we need to do

Looking inside what you can bring

To your table to

Look inside yourself

See what you can be

You are more than an individual

You are more than the eye can see

We all have the potential

To go and be our all

We are all entrepreneurs

Inside we have the call