The saloon is noisy, filled with smoke
as I step out upon the stage.
I feel my cheeks blush, eyes are bright...
my heart is filled with helpless rage.
Leering cowboys, cheers and yells
the piano now begins to play.
The dance I do, the song I sing
I've done this all from day to day.
"Dance Hall Sweetheart" is my name.
That's what the men all yell.
and then they'll want to dance with me.
This place all smells of Hell.
Five months have passed behind me.
I have nowhere else to go.
My fiance was murdered
in the gold fields, don't you know?
I'm saving all my money
and one gold nugget, glowing.
I'll catch a stage coach one fine day.
Don't know where I'm going.
A contest entry
- Ghost towns, Gunfighters, Train robbers... by kidwithgun.
675 points, ended February 6, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this was amazing.
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Thank you very much for your happy comment.
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An enjoyable piece of poetry, I think I live in a saloon, it is forever smokey here and there's beer on tap
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beautiful. thank you very much
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