The Mayor of Soup Creek
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Tom Cunningham.
PICTURE CREDIT =MAYOR'S OFFICE, SOUP CREEK
The sun rose in the east creating a bright orange hue
Tom lay in his bunk thinking, can it really be true?
The good townsfolk had agreed Tom was a key player
And decided that Soup Creek needed him as the mayor.
The swearing in ceremony was due to take place at noon
And what better place to hold it than the town saloon
The townsfolk all turned out immaculately dressed
All dolled up to the nines in their Sunday best.
At the stroke of noon the preacher, tolled the church bell
The townsfolk were jubilant, and by their smiles you could tell
Gambler Milton stood up to start the proceedings
And said "today Soup Creek town enters new beginnings"
Tom placed his hand on the bible and recited the solemn oath
Promised to serve Soup Creek as mayor and undertaker, both
Then Sheriff Koplin stood up to swear in a new deputy
And said "Michael Tor please step forward and stand before me"
Michael too recited an oath promising to do his best
Then Sheriff Koplin said a few words and pinned a star on his chest
It had been a joyful joint ceremony everyone was in a good mood
Then Jenna shouted out " okay folks, who'd like some food?"
There was cheers as Tania and Jan went to the kitchen at the rear
And came back with plates of food and large jugs of beer
The celebrations continued late into the night
Then someone let off Chinese firecrackers, a colourful sight.
The day had been a great success and everyone was happy
But Sheriff Koplin was anxious and felt a bit uneasy
Then David the Texas ranger walked over to him and said
"Prospector Pete just rode in and told me there could be trouble up ahead"
He added "as Pete crossed the canyon he noticed a cloud of dust
And noticed three heavily armed men, the sort you wouldn't trust
It could be nothing, they could just be passing through"
Sheriff Koplin said "If they come causing trouble, its a day that they'll rue.
The townsfolk were heading home now, some the worse for wear
Many were muttering," I'm never drinking again I swear "
Then Jenna came out of the saloon winchester in hand
And vowed if trouble reared it's ugly head she'd make a stand.
It wasn't until six hours later, just after sunrise
That the three strangers rode in that came as no surprise
Sheriff Koplin approached them to engage them in talk
And from the roof of the saloon Jenna, was watching like a hawk.
Written 28th August 2022.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment