Restaurant On Main Street Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Still here, sitting, waiting for our lunch being prepared back
in the kitchen, looking around, seeing an old tree trunk with
different cattle brands on it in the center of the restaurant.

Old fashioned lanterns hanging on each side of it, reminiscent
of the past when cowboys were prevalent, floors being black and
white checker boarded all throughout this quaint little place.

Horseshoes hanging over the entrance to the 'outhouses', making
me smile, hitting my funny bone directly, kitchen wide open,
anyone can see into it over the counter.

Totally loving this little restaurant on the main street of
Duncan, Arizona, knowing that I will be returning again soon
to partake of their western hospitality.