Tombstone

Walking on the wooden slats 

Past the hitching posts 

Where cowboys tied their trusty steeds 

A town with many ghosts 

A boomtown that was lawless 

With Doc and all the Earps 

Past the Bird Cage Theatre 

Where entertainment was rehearsed 

Into the famous Big Nose Kate’s 

With outlaws playing cards 

Hiding ace’s in their sleeves 

The danger disregarded 

Apparitions of saloon hags 

And six gun toting men 

Of silver miners in dusty clothes 

In this smoky, godless den 

Pick up the Tombstone Epitaph 

To read the local news 

No one shot and no one robbed

According to these reviews 

What must it have been like

In this wild and wicked town 

In the late 1880’s 

When this boomtown was founded 

History was in the making 

A county seat able to survive

For tourists like us on afternoons 

To see that it still thrives 

As we drive North and leave this place 

Past legendary Boot Hill

 All the ghosts put back to rest 

Though it still may raise some chills

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.