James Foulk Poet Free verse

Wichita Flats

Wichita Flats was

a town that was once

out west long ago.


Just a sage brush

or two is all

that remains now.


Dance halls thrived

there from one

end of town to the next.


A Cyclone came to

town one day,

carried the town,


clear across Kansas

and beyond, now

Wichita Flats rests

at top of Pikes Peak,

for all to see.

written 4-23-11

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Zzzzz Zzzzz May 9, 2011 at 6:31 AM Interesting and informative write.

Jack Horne April 27, 2011 at 2:23 PM Lovely descriptions, James

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 26, 2011 at 8:34 PM Vivid descriptions of this place James.. makes one want to view the top of Pikes Peak from your words so expressive luv..

Carolyn Devonshire April 25, 2011 at 1:57 PM So many ghost towns fill America, James. I can think of no more scenic location that at the top of Pike's Peak. When tornadoes or hurricanes flatten today's cities, they are usually rebuilt. But in the old West, people just moved on. I would have like to see this town in its heyday! Enjoyed your thought-provoking poem. Best wishes, Carolyn