Ode To Pigeon Forge

Ode to Pigeon Forge

Where’s my city

Where vacationers flock

It’s deserted streets

And parking lots

My tourist Mecca 

Of busy theme parks 

Putt Putt golf

And noisy go carts

Where is that traffic

We used to cuss

Rant and rave

And put up a fuss

Now I walk her streets

Her deserted malls 

No traffic jams

No cars at all

Who knew we’d long

For the good old days

Of taking the backroads

To avoid delays

It was bumper to bumper

The Spring “rod runs”

A sure fire signal

That the season’s begun

Behind Ma and Paw

Driving real slow

A complete dead stop 

In the middle of the road

No signal flashing 

But please don’t complain

They’re just turning left 

From the far right lane

Guess they “Done seen”

One of “‘Dem tourist traps”

“Look! LIVE BEARS!”

And all that “Souvenir crap”

Who’d have thought

We’d miss all that commotion 

Before restaurants were closed

And the bars were still open

No orders to self-isolate

No need to quarantine 

No N95 masks 

No COVID19 

It’s creepy ... it’s eerie

Just walking around

But for now I’ll keep haunting 

My Tennessee Ghost Town

John Snelling

03:25:20

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