Gold is where you find it. In a poem. After a snow.
The Spell of the Yukon
by Robert Service
There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;
It’s luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
Anyone want to search in Denmark?
“Danish artist Thomas Dambo creates larger than life sculptures hidden around his hometown of Copenhagen.
His sculptures require secret poems and clues in order to locate them. He says each has its own treasure map or poem engraved into stone to steer people onto unfamiliar paths where they’ll discover them.”
(Shared from a FB post.). One hundred years since the War to End All Wars. Not enough has changed. As FF once said in a similar way: Why can’t people just let other people alone?
More on the poet: click this.
101 years ago