I came down from Chicago to escape the city life
and hoped to find some peace and quiet here.
I had no need of company and the days were mine to use
so I spent them on my hobby - brewing beer.
I built a little shack with a tin bath out the back
and grew my hops as tall as they could be.
My days were filled with fun in the Colorado sun
and my views stretched out as far as I could see.
When the shack became too small I set out to change it all
and build myself a home out of the rock
A sturdy wooden door though I couldn't say what for
as I had no way to fit it with a lock.
Now beer is kinda nice but you can't fill it with ice
so I drank it in the shade and drank my fill
I continued on this way until that fateful day
I decided I should try to make a still.
I had all the bits and pieces in a trunk below the roof
and created quite a scientific rig
It was shiny it was fine and the whole darned thing was mine
and I have to tell it was pretty big.
I fired it up to try it out and brewed a little juice
it trickled out a tasty golden brown
but when I went to bed with that moonshine in my head
I forgot to shut that little monster down.
It blew up as those things will, I woke up way down the hill
I was shaken and my head was pretty sore
My little house was empty just a shell you understand
and I never ever found that old front door.
Author notes
I've been trying to rent a place like that - no neighbours.
A contest entry
- Last Train to Clarkdale by hoodoolover.
600 points, ended February 21, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Yeah for the gold!
Oh, that moonshine will do it everytime! Once was enough for me!
This is a great poetic tale, well deserving of the gold!
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hehe... that is a great take on the photo and really, a song! Congratulations on your gold winning write; now off to panhandle.
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LOL, great story, and very cleverly written I enjoyed your internal rhyme and the end rhyme as well, thanks for entering and best of luck
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Thoroughly enjoyed this read and again this style which you write so well had me captivated till the very end. Last line definitely made the poem!!!
Best of luck in the contest.
Linda
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hehehe, I have to admit that I read this one out loud to some people. I was having my wine, but they were drinking beer that happened to be made in the brewery very close to my house. We were discussing the fact that it is the second oldest brewery in the country, and I was flipping through your poems when I found this one. I HAD to read it out loud. It got a lot of giggles. Tooo funny. I love the picture, too. Very nice.
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