A Miner's Thanksgiving Dear Lord, We thank Thee truly, My little family and I, For the gold within the mountains That we make our living by. We thank Thee for the beauty Of these hills wherein we dwell ; We know You made the mountains And we like them very well. We thank Thee for our neighbors And the friends we live among --- They're the grandest group of people Who ever went unsung. We thank Thee for thy tender care That marks each sparrow's fall ; And for thy loving kindness, Lord, We thank Thee most of all.                       --Rufus L. Porter Reprinted from "Gold Fever" - The World's Greatest Gold Camp in Picture, Song, and Story by "The Hard Rock Poet." Copyright (c) 1954  by Rufus L. Porter, "The Hard Rock Poet." Used with the permission of Norma Porter Enders.
					Vintage Colorado Poetry Poem of the Week November 15th - 28th for Thanksgiving Day 2004
				Rufus L. Porter was a well-known local literary figure in the Pikes Peak region during the 1950s until his death in 1979.  Dubbed "The Hard Rock Poet," Porter first came to Cripple Creek-Victor in 1917 to work in the mines.
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