Setting out upon a journey
embarking towards the west.
Dreams of golden riches abound
as they begin their quest.
All of their possesions lie
in a covered wagon bed.
Leaving so much of them behind
but only looking straight ahead.
Following all the tales they've heard
of the riches to be found.
Stories of what awaits them there
buried in stone and ground.
Praying for the 'Mother Lode.'
when they reach their claim.
Like many travelers before them
the dream remains the same.
And while some struck it rich
from the stories I've been told.
Many on this miner's quest
only found 'Fools Gold.'