Merry Christmas, From Lanny: Annual Christmas Prospecting Poetry

[Lanny]

Annual Christmas Poetry

Sometimes Sal

Sometimes Sal, a scheming gal,
Was not a pleasant Ma’am;
She pestered folks for Christmas funds
But it was just a scam.

She told the town her festive drive
Would help the lowest down,
But deep inside she stewed and planned
To fleece that mining town.

She gathered cash, and nuggets fat
From those with some to give.
While saying that she’d nourish those
Who needed it to live.

But deep inside her bankrupt soul,
Sal’s only driving need,
Was how to scratch the constant itch
To satisfy her greed.

She cached the dough, and nuggets too,
Well hidden in a pack,
So she could make a getaway
Along a mountain track.

On Christmas eve, when all was clam,
She saddled up her mule,
And rode him quickly up that route
For Sal, she weren’t no fool.

She knew that when on Christmas day
Folks found she’d skipped the town,
A posse mad would gather quick
To ride old Sally down.

The night was clear, with starlight bright,
The mule rode surely on.
The trail rose, quite sharply there,
And soon they would be gone.

A forlorn ridge, Miss Sal she crossed,
And there, what did she see?
A sorry camp with starving folks
Beneath a blighted tree.

She tried to skirt that wretched camp
But something in her broke,
And made her dismount from her mule
To help those needy folk.

She nursed and tended with great care.
She fed and comforted.
A newfound warmth soon filled her soul,
Thus changed, she relented.

With things set right beneath that tree
Miss Sal knew what to do.
She got back on her trusty mule
And off to town they flew.

Before the dawn, she’d made it back,
And ‘round the town she rushed
To drop off cash and nuggets fat
While all was still and hushed.

That glorious morn, the downcast woke
To wonder everywhere.
For Sometimes Sal had wrought much good
With Christmas morning care.

Sal’s selfless deeds had forged a change
Down deep within her soul.
The good she’d done had rescued her,
And purged her cankered soul.

In mining towns throughout the West
The story still is told
Of Sometimes Sal, a wondrous gal
With heart of solid gold.

Merry Christmas, and all the best,

Lanny

[Dutchman4]

Great story to the poem. 

Merry Christmas to you and your family.

Regards,  Ceril

[Gerry in Idaho]

Very interesting read and poem.  Probably true story as well. 

Kind of like the American story of Robin hood. 

Thanks for sharing. 

[Lanny]

On 12/20/2023 at 11:22 AM, Dutchman4 said:

Great story to the poem. 

Merry Christmas to you and your family.

Regards,  Ceril

Really appreciate your kindness Ceril, and I hope you had a wonderful Christmas as well.

All the best,

Lanny

[Lanny]

On 12/20/2023 at 6:55 PM, Gerry in Idaho said:

Very interesting read and poem.  Probably true story as well. 

Kind of like the American story of Robin hood. 

Thanks for sharing. 

Gerry, hope you had a wonderful Christmas, and many thanks for your kind words.

All the best,

Lanny