My mother wrote a poem
" Rosa May from Bodie Camp"I thank my mother for much of the creative abilty and interest that I have developed over the years. Her love of music, art, and creation has been a very positive influence on my life. The truth is that much of what my mother creates could be sold, and she could make good money, but she chooses to primarily to hold onto her creations, and she does it just for the satisfaction it brings her. Posted by at March 6, 2001 12:40 PM
BUmp bump went the Rocky road. Smell the sage. the road from lore.
the backroad from bodie, that stages once strode. Hanging bushes, linger
thru the canyon. Walls of granite cut of wind.
Listen to the stage coach creak. She feels her heart beat. She knows what
she is. But what else do they expect? Long ago, down that bumpy road. Rosa
May Go. go to town to buy some gown. Rosa May from Bodie camp. The MIners
Love to stare. OPen your purse, rosa May buy something Fine. Go to town- your
head held high. Ride that bumpy Craggy road. head held high, you shal'nt be
shy. Rosa may from Bodie brave.
The women who once were.
Rosa may hear the wind. Rosa May Far from home. taste the dust.
Know and trust. listen to the miners wail. Rosa May you shall not fail.
rosa May from Bodie camp.
~~Lillian Stock