Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Ghost Town #304
Ghost Town I close my eyes and fade away Into the dreams of yesterday When miners mined and dealers dealt And walked the streets that once were felt Could pave a path of golden dreams But turned to dust they've all it seems And nothing else remains On these parched and fruitless plains But arid fields of tumbleweeds That follow where the dry winds lead And settle down to plant their seeds Where once the living stayed In homesteads now decayed By time and elements of wrath That judged the sinful aftermath Of brothel life and dark saloons Where gunshots rang and lives where strewn About like rag dolls on the floor But now as ghosts live evermore To coax the weary traveler stay And close their eyes to fade away. Lighthouse Bob |
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Ghost Town #304
Ghost Town #304