This city is in siege
The city in the range
Is as dangerous a place
As a badge on his shirt
The Sheriff is doing his duty
To wipe out bad guys from ghost town.
Mid-night calm is
As sinister as a dawn
All looking quiet
Except the barks of sick dogs.
High noon on the near-by river
Looks suicidal in a summer
For youngsters wanting to swim
Invited by the still water river grim.
A spring evening
Looks full of promise
Honey-bees collect pollens
Buzzing to fertilize in stems.
In the bar after office-hours
The suspense is scary
No soul in sight
Only a bartender for a cigarette
To light up for a brave soul.
The dusty road
Is nostalgic for me
Where me and my beloved
Were there with passionate love.
Dons in this fearsome city
Are happy-go-lucky
As a child of innocence
Giving an endearing smile.
Alas! The Sheriff looks helpless!
- The End—
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