I mentioned in an earlier post that I’ve read a couple of books regarding Brown’s Park (Hole). An area that straddles Wyoming, Colorado, and Utah. My interest is piqued because I have ancestors that lived in that area in the early 20th century. I didn’t find much family history in my reading but I did read the sad story of Willie Strang. He was 14 or 15 when killed by Johnson (or Johnston). It’s a sad story that caught my attention. I attempted to write about it in next week’s poem but didn’t like it so this week is take 2. After I finished this poem I think I prefer the first one better. It is now up to you, dear reader, to decide which poem is better.
In a time not so long ago,
this story isn’t pretty
in a place called Sin City
because it felt like the wild west. Continue reading