Post by Admin on Oct 21, 2013 6:21:05 GMT
Striking Opal!
The Opal Miner squats down at the Face of his Drive.
Swinging his pick at the hard Cretaceous stained clay.
His body and face are just dripping with sweat.
He’s been hard at it like this, day after day.
He follows a gritty seam called a Level at the Face.
Where the Precious Opal if any will be found.
He’s had to remove tons of Mullock out so far.
And he’s working some 100 feet at least underground.
Suddenly, he swings the pick a little more carefully now.
Staring closely at each last gouged out place.
Hey! Was that a flash of brilliant colours seen?
A look of excitement now brightens his face.
With shaking hand he takes the Carbide Light.
From off the hook driven nearby into the clay.
He holds his breath in hope and anticipation.
Maybe! Just maybe! This’ll be the big day!
The Carbide Light brightens up the gritty seam.
He leans in more closely with the bright light.
Then he sucks in his breath in pure admiration.
At the brilliance of colours that have now come in sight!
For awhile he just sits there staring in pure joy.
For there is no sight anywhere quite the same.
He realises all his hard work has finally paid off.
And he cries out many thanks in our God’s name.
Carefully he gouges the brilliant fiery coloured Opal out.
The bigger he keeps the pieces of Gemstone the better.
He estimates he’s struck at least a million bucks worth.
He’ll tell his wife now, “I’m coming home!” in a letter.
That’s the way it happens for some on the Fields.
Others unlucky go home empty handed and broke!
It’s not all good fortune, or even such a good life.
Opal has caused the demise of many a good bloke!
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The Opal Miner squats down at the Face of his Drive.
Swinging his pick at the hard Cretaceous stained clay.
His body and face are just dripping with sweat.
He’s been hard at it like this, day after day.
He follows a gritty seam called a Level at the Face.
Where the Precious Opal if any will be found.
He’s had to remove tons of Mullock out so far.
And he’s working some 100 feet at least underground.
Suddenly, he swings the pick a little more carefully now.
Staring closely at each last gouged out place.
Hey! Was that a flash of brilliant colours seen?
A look of excitement now brightens his face.
With shaking hand he takes the Carbide Light.
From off the hook driven nearby into the clay.
He holds his breath in hope and anticipation.
Maybe! Just maybe! This’ll be the big day!
The Carbide Light brightens up the gritty seam.
He leans in more closely with the bright light.
Then he sucks in his breath in pure admiration.
At the brilliance of colours that have now come in sight!
For awhile he just sits there staring in pure joy.
For there is no sight anywhere quite the same.
He realises all his hard work has finally paid off.
And he cries out many thanks in our God’s name.
Carefully he gouges the brilliant fiery coloured Opal out.
The bigger he keeps the pieces of Gemstone the better.
He estimates he’s struck at least a million bucks worth.
He’ll tell his wife now, “I’m coming home!” in a letter.
That’s the way it happens for some on the Fields.
Others unlucky go home empty handed and broke!
It’s not all good fortune, or even such a good life.
Opal has caused the demise of many a good bloke!
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