Courthouse On The Street Poem by Eva Mae Witt

Courthouse On The Street


I thus view a house so near
near a flat of a town's hill
so close are shadows to fill
at dusk is the color beer

upon a river bans heat
a gleam has left and outshone
an old courthouse's lawn
tis' the courthouse on the street

There's an element so close
brimming so black at the creek
do not lure anyone' spouse
into the old courthouse peak

the still of night left no sound
tis' the moon's color of skin
some are fumbling on the ground
and are yelling: sin, sin, sin.