Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Saturday, April 28, 2018

RADIO TOWN-a poem [Sat, 4-28-18]

This morning’s rain
takes me to a town
that once lived in the radio

A widow lady bakes biscuits
for her boarders, the schoolmarm
dreads the muddy boots
the blacksmith longs
for a drink at the saloon
with the swinging doors
the parson stands behind
the church and wonders why
he ever left the city
the sheriff knows
the rain means trouble

A town that once lived
in the radio
and still lives in my boyhood
dreams of valor in the rain


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