Deep in the mid-south of the US of A
A town can be found that makes for a great day
Snuggled way up high in the hills of the beautiful Ozarks
Every evening open for fun and plenty of laughs and larks
Sparkles and illuminations brightly light up the sky
Each neon beckons for patrons to come enter and occupy
Whatever the show, it has its own glitter and zest
Performers and outfits are some of the very best
So many to choose from with over a 100 at last count
Often privately owned and generationally family paramount
Plenty of restaurants of great variety and fast food abound
No lack of shops and outlets as they all surround
Museums and fun fairs and outside attractions
Stay busy for most times though some with winter contractions
B and Bs, hotels and motels to suit every pocket
Serviced by real friendly people and not automated robotics
Large churches for gospel worship filled to capacity each Sunday
Even more so at high season and on a special public holiday
When it's time to leave this fun filled town
There is some sadness to leave such jeweled crown
Where in the Ozarks can this gem be found with abundant potpourri
Why, Branson of course, on Route 76 in the north of West Missouri
Written on the way home from Branson - 19th November 2018
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