| 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
|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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