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Mount Pisgah

At the foot uv Pikes Peak sprawls the old minin' town uv Cripple Creek. They wuz nigh on fifty-thousand folks thar when minin' wuz at its peak! Ol' Bob Womack, a cowpoke, struck gold in Poverty Gulch stakin' his claim. 'Tis said he sold out fer 500 bucks and a jug o' booze - whut a pitiful shame! Others with more business acumen moved in and made millions off'n them hills! Platoons uv gamblers, soiled doves and saloons wuz thar fer the miner's thrills! They wuz even a few preachers and churches to tame them rowdy souls! The Ladies Cultural Society strove to guide the rabble to reach more noble goals! To the west, Mount Pisgah, bare and bleak, stood sentry over the raucous town, Located thar is the cemetery containin' the bones uv some uv dubious renown! But it must be said that thar is some decent souls sleepin' on that dreary hill. Thar lonely graves are swept by the winter winds that shriek so bleak and chill! Pearl DeVere is buried thar, 'madam' uv the classiest cribs in Cripple Creek! She catered only to upscale gentlemen, those with clout, men uv wealthy clique! The undertaker done her up right smart and the town turned out when she died. They saw her off in style with a grand parade and finest hearse fer her final ride! 'Doc Susie' Anderson is also buried at Mount Pisgah and wuz the inspiration, Fer "Doctor Quinn, Medicine Woman" and is remembered with great admiration. Saint and sinner, lawman and desperado lie side by side on that desolate hill. Their lonely graves are swept by the winter winds that shriek so bleak and chill! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 7/16/2011 6:17:00 PM
Robert Service will be chomping on his corn cob in the ice floes, dragging that fella home. Mind me of old Service just a bit mate, an of course you are the master story teller. which counts 4 scalps with me:) Don NEED MORE COFFEE:)
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Date: 7/12/2011 7:44:00 PM
This is a fine epic type poem. Filled with history and a real wild west flavor. Nice job my friend. God Bless JB
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Date: 7/11/2011 8:40:00 AM
your artilerry of words are filled to the brim, robert... a powerful write! :) huggs, nette
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Date: 7/11/2011 6:52:00 AM
Bob H., nice... and this was a kombat to read.. But, still amazing... thanks,..p.d.
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Date: 7/10/2011 11:14:00 PM
an informative and livley scribe Robert, well put..
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Date: 7/10/2011 9:06:00 PM
I have been down to your part of the country many times, there is so much to see in Colorado, i have lived here 34 years and have not seen everything yet. you should be a spoke person for Colorado, with the things you write about, this one is very good. so folks you all come out to Colorado and see these things that Robert is writing about it is a beautiful state.
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Date: 7/10/2011 7:50:00 PM
Awesome tale, Sarge. Great read. Enjoyed. Best to you and Vera. Thanks for your kind words. Ralphie
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Date: 7/10/2011 7:19:00 PM
Love it. Very nice. Take care. Dana'lynn
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Date: 7/10/2011 7:11:00 PM
wow what a story in poetry Bob.. sort of reminds me of East of Eden at the end with the madam and Doc Susie ..one bad ..one good.... u sure can spin a yarn and make it so utterly interesting my friend...oh wow..
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