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This poem appeared in the January 2007 Backbenders Gazette, the publication of the Houston Gem & Mineral Society.
This poem has not yet been submitted in the 2007 competition of Adult Poetry category
of the South Central Federation of Mineral Societies nor of the American Federation of Mineralogical Societies.

PLEASE DON'T TELL MY FRIENDS
THAT I'VE GONE DIGGING

© 2006 Terrell William "Terry" Proctor, J.D.

To Rockhounds Worldwide

A friend of yours comes to your house,
and finds things there, quiet as a mouse.
The question to family, "where's my friend?"
Should they answer true, or pretend.

Your family may not want to reveal,
your dark secret, they wish to conceal.
If you were dancing, they'd say 'jigging',
If gone boating, they could say 'rigging'.

Out for a haircut, that's called 'wigging'.
Driving the highway, "Oh he's gone zigging".
Eating fast foods? They can say "out pigging".
Gone spear fishing? "Why, he's out gigging".

Your secret though, is far more ominous.
If the truth gets out, oh abominous!!!
So please dear friends, keep this concealed,
Save my honor, be it not revealed.

You see, I'm one of those dirty grunts,
who slips off, to rock and fossil hunts.
Yes, I've gone digging. Don't tell those I know,
They will think I'm sort of psycho.

written by Terrell William "Terry" Proctor, J.D.
on 2 August 2006 @ 11:00 A.M.
in Houston, Texas

If you wish to contact the author: Phone (713) 453-8338 FAX (713) 453-3232 eMail auraman@swbell.net.