WHO? Who first minted coins with a bright and pleasant shine? Who first struck both surfaces with a meaningful design? Who first added mint marks as a promisory aid letting all who have some know exactly where they're made? Who first punched an AD date on the obverse side and placed the value on the reverse with accomplishment and pride? Who fulfilled his long- awaited promises and pledge by creating a collar die to strike around the edge? Who first thought of proofs and striking packaged yearly sets plus all those souvenirs with wild animals and pets? Who's the treasurer that was the lucky one to learn trade dollars and bullion coins could earn a tidy sum? Who made numismatics fun for ev'ry man, woman or kid? I don't know who they were, but I'm sure glad they did! Any Coin Talk member who is reading this has my permission to reprint, republish, and make copies of this poem to share with whomsover they will, including posting copies on buletin boards or in their coin shop or store. Clinker
Very nice poem Clinker :thumb: I used to be a poet, was always the best in school and helped others, back when school had assignments that had to do with poetry, anyway. Once again, very nice!
Thanks tmoneyeagles and Art. Before my stroke, I was President of the Southwest Forida Poetry Alliance... Clinker
Clinker, I'm going to add your poem on my coin site somewhere so other collectors get a chance to read it. Well done sir !
12. I used to publish a monthly newsletter. Attended poetry readings (by invitation) in Punta Gorda, Port Charlotte, Naples, Cape Coral, Fort Myers, Pine Island, Matlacha, and Sanibel Islands. My poems were published in many newspapers and magazines. Authored one Poetry Book. Taught special poetry classes in quite a few of Lee County Schools. Been featured at three Libraries. Clinker
That is very cool, and I'm quite impressed. Bet you were quite the ladies man with your poems... Keep doing your thing Clinker!
Thought you might like to know my first Indian poem (I'm a 1/10th breed Seneca) was published in a Lakota publication a few years before my stroke. Here it is: At sunset the craggy mountain's shadow stretched across the reservation's fertile valley plumging me into a world of stark darkness filled with all the familiar sounds of night's creatures. At this spot I sensed Death's errie spector and heard the faint wail of a cry I believe was coming from someone in this sacred burial ground. I moved the talisman pyre to pyre, grave to grave, searching for that being wishing to be set free. Peering through the dense mists, I noticed the marks of white man's shovels and discovered, that mournful cry, was coming from inside me. Clinker
Clinker, that is some impressive stuff! Love to hear or learn just about anything that has to do with Native Americans. I'm a part Native American myself, although it really doesn't show on my skin! Keep it up Clinker!
