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How did I become a rockhound?
By Walter Beneze
Posted on 4/5/2018 2:32 PM

By Ray Tyler from The Rockytier, September 2009

 

Well, the answer is easy so hang on here

For years before I caught the bug

Every where I went I walked o’er rocks

Put ‘ em in my pocket and scattered on the rug.

 

I especially liked the beauty of rocks when wet

But the colors didn’t last when dry

So I just kept on kicking each and all

Long before I started to pry.

 

I guess the turning point came this way

When my wife’s uncle showed me a “cab”

Why that was the ‘purtest ’ thing I’d ever seen

Horace Brown was working in his lab.

 

That cab as it was known that day

Shined like the blue of the sky

Said he to me its easy as pie

Set right down and give yourself a try.

 

That cab was ‘purtyer’ than any on planet earth

Horace grinned and told a whooper of a lie

Even tho’ the cab had several scratches

Unknown to me my ego took off on high.

 

Off I went on hunting each chance I got

I’m saying to you I went far and near

In time I got my head on straight

Learned the jargon and snakes gave no fear.

 

Off to Oregon..hunted jade in Wyoming

In places in Texas I never knew we have

From the Panhandle to the coast

We’re a bit inclined for our state we boast.

 

There are certain rules we must adhere to

Like we should ask for permission

To climb thru his fences and gates

Or the next one by will surely face remission.

 

Its easy to become a member of a club

As we show our wares and stones to all

If one really wants to be a Rockhound

You’re sure to answer when the roles call.

                                                                                              ~Ray Tyler

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