Gold ! The subject alone is a favorite of many. It is, at the same time, a topic of much contention and disagreement. But few actually know or understand how the gold market works. Even fewer know the history of the shiny yellow metal and how it has affected the lives of people all over the world for the past 6,000 years. Many years ago, I wrote a poem with one primary theme. That being, that those of us who seek answers seldom know where to look for them. But it has long been my contention that such a place does exist. For I believe that " the answers lie waiting in the echoes of time." Given that, where else would one look for understanding and information about gold but in the history of the shiny yellow metal. I hope you find the following interesting, and perhaps, even a bit of enlightenment. The Millenium in Gold
Actaully Jody I used to write poetry on a regular basis. I suppose I wrote a hundred or more. But the one you asking about was entitled "Echoes". And then there were 50 or so short stories and 1 novel. Of course all of this was 20 yrs ago or longer.
Thanks for the link! I backed up to the home page and followed the other menu items from there. This is a good resource. The funny thing about gold is that for all of its chemical properties and such, it holds a fascination far beyond its compelling physical attributes. (Graphite!! It is black! It is slippery!! You can write with it!!! --- See, it does not have the same allure...) Personally, without much proof, I think that our fascination with gold and silver goes back to Atlantis... but that's another story... Speaking of stories, how about one of yours, or a poem?
None of my previous efforts had anything to do with coins and because of that has no place in these Forums. But I thank you for the interest. But here is a poem that is fitting in more ways than one - A Coin Your western heads here cast on money, You are the two that fade away together, Partners in the mist. Lunging buffalo shoulder, Lean Indian face, We who come after where you are gone Salute your forms on the new nickel. You are To us: The past. Runners On the prairie: Good-by. Now then - I didn't write it - who did ???
