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— copyright@ManoharBhatia All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
This poem was inspired by seeing Hollywood films made in that past era, where a gun, a sheriff and an outlaw ruled the town.