Hettie Van Zyl
Visit Hettie Van Zyl's profile page
Poem "The Gold Digger":
- written January 2009
- published January 27, 2009
- viewed 162 times
Other poems by Hettie Van Zyl:
»A Falling Leaf«
»A Harsh Word«
»A Powerful tool«
»An Open Mind«
»Beginning of a new day«
»Broken Wing«
»Child of the street«
»Flames«
»Hailstorm«
»Happiness«
»how?«
»In The Eyes Of A Child«
»Joyful Tear«
»Love of a real friend«
»Miracle«
»Noah's Ark«
»Price For Peace«
»Real Love«
»She cried«
»That special friend«
»That Special You«
»The Abused«
»The race«
»Time Limit«
»What Counts«
»When You Were Mine«
»Words«
»You«
Visit Hettie Van Zyl's profile page
Poem "The Gold Digger":
- written January 2009
- published January 27, 2009
- viewed 162 times
Other poems by Hettie Van Zyl:
»A Falling Leaf«»A Harsh Word«»A Powerful tool«»An Open Mind«»Beginning of a new day«»Broken Wing«»Child of the street«»Flames«»Hailstorm«»Happiness«»how?«»In The Eyes Of A Child«
»Joyful Tear«»Love of a real friend«»Miracle«»Noah's Ark«»Price For Peace«»Real Love«»She cried«
»That special friend«»That Special You«»The Abused«»The race«»Time Limit«»What Counts«»When You Were Mine«»Words«»You«»The Gold Digger«
Deep in the Belly of the Earth,
the Digger digs for Gold.
Always hoping to find this precious stuff, that he can have and hold.
Already forgot how hard it was so early, just getting out of bed.
Also of his morning thoughts, that maybe it was the last goodbye he said.
The frightness of the darkness here.
Only lit up by the light of a lamp fitting firmly on his head,
helping him to find a stand.
So that he can drill the correct hole, to put the dynamite in.
That will blow up the stone hard rock
and maybe makes his heart do sing.
Or maybe it will bring an end
to his long time search for Gold.
And never let him find that precious stuff, that he could have and hold.
Yes that is the life of a Miner
Digging and believing each new day
That he will find what he is searching for,
A hope that while he still a life.
Never will fade away.
the Digger digs for Gold.
Always hoping to find this precious stuff, that he can have and hold.
Already forgot how hard it was so early, just getting out of bed.
Also of his morning thoughts, that maybe it was the last goodbye he said.
The frightness of the darkness here.
Only lit up by the light of a lamp fitting firmly on his head,
helping him to find a stand.
So that he can drill the correct hole, to put the dynamite in.
That will blow up the stone hard rock
and maybe makes his heart do sing.
Or maybe it will bring an end
to his long time search for Gold.
And never let him find that precious stuff, that he could have and hold.
Yes that is the life of a Miner
Digging and believing each new day
That he will find what he is searching for,
A hope that while he still a life.
Never will fade away.
The © Copyright to this poem is owned by the author. Edited by writerslounge.net under courtesy of the author.
Rate this poem
Tell us how you liked this poem. Move your mouse pointer over the stars and select the number of stars you want to rate the poem with.
Discuss this poem
Please login to post your comment.
More writers from South AfricaRead all comments to this poem
Jayram Daya: "Hope is a miner's tool and will never go blunt for gold. Well written."- Happy Mhlongo: "we all need to 've hope, even a Hen still search the Needle that it lost long time ago & 'ving ahope that one day it'll find it, Dont loss hope gal."