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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