The Ghost Town
The Ghost Town
By Elton Camp
When was discovered gold-bearing ore
Droves of people piled in, more and more
All that was necessary they had very soon
General store, blacksmith and a saloon
Customers walked the streets with glee
Delighted at all the false-fronts to see
The town would succeed, ‘twas no doubt
That is, until the gold suddenly ran out
At another place was found the mother lode
Everyone in town then eagerly hit the road
All of the town’s plans, hopes and dreams
Were gone like a morning mist, it seems
The buildings gradually fell into disrepair
All their windows and door open to the air
Its inhabitants left, seeking a better day
But spiders, rats and dust all did stay
Now only tourists will come and stare
At the town that had once been there
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