Tombstone is calling me (Flagstaff, Sierra Vista: motel, live in, restaurants)

[teddyearp]

Y'all gotta understnd this was back in '03, and the camera I had then was, well . . . Anyways, more of my last calling:

[JannAZ]

Wow!

'nuf said.

Jann

[AnnieA]

I really enjoyed the poetry !! and pictures !

[.45acp]

Originally Posted by AnnieA

I really enjoyed the poetry !! and pictures !

You're welcome. here's another historical poem... 'bout Sheriff Comodore Perry Owen... on an incident in Holbrook A.T. up in the Rim country in 1887.

Makin' this thing rhyme to fit the events was tuff.

‘Commodore Perry Owen’

Tall ‘n lean with long hair flowin’
To the Blevins house he’s a’goin’
With a Warrant paper ‘n badge a’showin’
Rides the Sheriff Perry Owen
Arizona lawman

At a livery stable ‘cross the way
He left his horse
And walked away
Hist’ry would be made that day
He had no way to know

The Blevins house had two front doors
He knocked on one as a matter of course
Who’d know that knock’d be met by force
He didn’t hesitate

Perry Owen backed away
His Winchester came into play
He blew the gunman in the door away
There’d be three more to go

Women screamed and babies cried
A whole family of ‘em lived inside
A shooter from a window tried
(That was .... Blevins ‘n he damn near died)
Shot thru the wall where he tried to hide
From Sheriff Perry Owen

A figure jumped thru the kitchen window glass
Gun in hand ‘n runnin’ fast
A horse was felled by an errant blast
Then Owen fired ‘n killed his ass
Dropped him like a stone

The Blevin’s boy grabbed his daddy’s gun
Out the front door, he made his run
To avenge what Perry Owen done
His momma screamed “Don’t do it son…”
He ran past her anyway

Didn’t matter ‘he’s 15 or not
Owen fired a single shot
Killed him dead there on the spot
That was the finish of the lot
For Sheriff Perry Owen

[matmeador]

Tombstone is an amazing place. You just have to get it. If you don't that's cool but as I sit here on 10th st. tonight I realize that there are people so passionate about this place that they are willing to spend or risk their live savings as an investment in a community that cannot be duplicated anywhere. Times have been tough here but there are still many opportunities for people here. There are still tons of tourists stopping in. I have bought an old adobe here which I am thoroughly renovating. I hope to sell it for a good profit and then start a condominium project next. I have chosen a site with breathtaking mountain views. That coupled with the ideal climate and the huge number of part time residents and snow birds I think it should do well. What do you think?

[mosesmoses]

Originally Posted by .45acp

You're welcome. here's another historical poem... 'bout Sheriff Comodore Perry Owen... on an incident in Holbrook A.T. up in the Rim country in 1887.

Makin' this thing rhyme to fit the events was tuff.

‘Commodore Perry Owen’

Tall ‘n lean with long hair flowin’
To the Blevins house he’s a’goin’
With a Warrant paper ‘n badge a’showin’
Rides the Sheriff Perry Owen
Arizona lawman

At a livery stable ‘cross the way
He left his horse
And walked away
Hist’ry would be made that day
He had no way to know

The Blevins house had two front doors
He knocked on one as a matter of course
Who’d know that knock’d be met by force
He didn’t hesitate

Perry Owen backed away
His Winchester came into play
He blew the gunman in the door away
There’d be three more to go

Women screamed and babies cried
A whole family of ‘em lived inside
A shooter from a window tried
(That was .... Blevins ‘n he damn near died)
Shot thru the wall where he tried to hide
From Sheriff Perry Owen

A figure jumped thru the kitchen window glass
Gun in hand ‘n runnin’ fast
A horse was felled by an errant blast
Then Owen fired ‘n killed his ass
Dropped him like a stone

The Blevin’s boy grabbed his daddy’s gun
Out the front door, he made his run
To avenge what Perry Owen done
His momma screamed “Don’t do it son…”
He ran past her anyway

Didn’t matter ‘he’s 15 or not
Owen fired a single shot
Killed him dead there on the spot
That was the finish of the lot
For Sheriff Perry Owen

Great poems .45acp. Somebody should put music to them,and make them songs.

[CH14]

Having grown up in SV, I vistied Tombstone one last time before moving to Portland, OR. I was saddened to see the decline of the town and how it lost the charm it once had. All I saw during that last trip was something touristy that did not resemble my childhood trips (does anyone remember the "cave" museum under one of the stores?) I asked many people which store it was located in and all except one had no clue what I was referring to; apparently it was shut down long ago for saftey reasons.

Regarding Schieffelin, I was suprised to open the Oregonian one Sunday morning and read an article about him in which he moved to a farming community, Cornelius, about 20-30mi outside of Portland.

[.45acp]

Originally Posted by CH14

Having grown up in SV, I vistied Tombstone one last time before moving to Portland, OR. I was saddened to see the decline of the town and how it lost the charm it once had. All I saw during that last trip was something touristy that did not resemble my childhood trips (does anyone remember the "cave" museum under one of the stores?) I asked many people which store it was located in and all except one had no clue what I was referring to; apparently it was shut down long ago for saftey reasons.

Regarding Schieffelin, I was suprised to open the Oregonian one Sunday morning and read an article about him in which he moved to a farming community, Cornelius, about 20-30mi outside of Portland.

It was a mine under what was the Grand Hotel. It's still there... now Big Nose Kate's Saloon on Allen St.

[.45acp]

Originally Posted by JannAZ

Sonora R - I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this poem. Not only does it capture the essence of Tombstone, but it's rhymed and metered! Have you written more?

Jann

Yeah... a lot more. I have a CD too.

[.45acp]

Originally Posted by mosesmoses

Great poems .45acp. Somebody should put music to them,and make them songs.

That'd be nice... (for me). Pancho and Lefty is an example of a cowboy poem set to music. (Willy & Waylon) I have one... 'sort'a fun:


'I’m Puttin’ Chile Peppers In My Oyster Stew'

I come from the east coast
Yeah, it’s sad but true
But, I’ve lost all vestiges
That'd give you any clue

One thing I ain’t rid of
Is stuff I like to eat
But even that’s done gone southwest
‘Cause here’s my fav’rite treat

I’m puttin’ chile peppers
In my oyster stew
Con Quesa in clam chowder
Is kind’a tasty too

Near everything I used to know
Is laced with Texas Pete
My wife sez I got dragon breath
From hot stuff that I eat

Back from where I came from
It’s all ‘bout crabs ‘n beer
But there ain’t no decent crab house
In the desert way out here

So I just do the next best thing
‘Work with what I got
My cravin’s still for seafood
But damn, I like it HOT

So, I’m puttin’ chile peppers
In my oyster stew
Con Quesa in clam chowder
Is kind’a tasty too

Near everything I used to know
Is laced with Texas Pete
My wife sez I got dragon breath
From hot stuff that I eat

I’ll get a cravin’ for fish sandwiches
Onna Kaiser roll
Then stuff in Habernaros
That burn my throat ‘n hiney-hole

Red or green hot chiles
Make such a noxious gas
My Wranglers near incinerate
When flames blow out my ass

These desert flies are tough as nails
If ya swat ‘em they won’t die
But all I gotta do is belch
They’ll fall right out’the sky

I used to think that blue crabs
Steamed with pepper and Old Bay
With a bit of rock salt
Would take my breath away

All of that was quickly quenched
With just a swig of beer
But that’s just no comparison
To what I eat ‘out here’

Yeah, I’m puttin’ chile peppers
In my oyster stew
Con Quesa in clam chowder
Is kind’a tasty too

Near everything I used to know
Is laced with Texas Pete
My wife sez I got dragon breath
From hot stuff that I eat