Aloha Poets,
Christmas lily inspires today. Enjoy!
Backwater Boomtown
A nice little bow serves the fiction
Outside its western town jurisdiction
Nobody stays mad at this young nomad
Or launched a rescue for the life he had
Still he wanders and wonders just loud
Amidst a bulldozer's backhoe dust cloud
Once long ago they sent in more troops
Civic dark holes with no obvious loops
Townspeople knew him long ago as Townsend
Displaced by a sheriff and something called Godsend
Switched remains a vivacious culture
Echoing beliefs of a migrating vulture
Dug up on grounds of human duplicity
In hopes to sprout forward a future city
Still status remains for lone falcon hunter
A young nomad's distant mist plains thunder
Expecting to start a world right there
Still they came and were named pioneer
Just a temporary fire or a permanent flare
Backwater boomtown with no county fair
With the feel of a nation's eyes within
Townsend's arrow bows defend
Echoes on behalf of faded missing
Tainted myopia townspeople kissing
Sheriff of samurai sacred ink
Talk surrounds as inner circles link
Prairie statue where towns people meet
Townsend motivates above history's feet
Where tangled threads awoke and jousted
Did outbound life have to be ousted?
Seldom does truth have a preamble
Backwater boomtown's where nations gamble
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