Life afterwards ...

 

Shucking oysters every evening

At the local bar run by his

Ladies relatives

His life was over 

He thought after that event

But returning to his parents

Home where his father

Was a Judge

And the descendants

Of Irish Harpists

Who immigrated to Canada

During the Hudson trading company days

All those fights 

Between the men who got rich

Off the surplus of animal pelts

Including the Astors

Who also had a fort in the west

The Russians had been fierce hunters

Not warriors 

They had the entire coast

To their leisure and then 

Those others began to arrive

Some poor guy named 

Coronado was claiming this area

A conquistador with a Jewish grandma

They made those conversos work

For their freedom which mainly came

From crossing the ocean and doing harm

There are others of course

Who arrived first

They even found a Samurai 

Floating off the beach 

They say his ship is out there

Off of  Winters Wonderland

Thats Marshall Winters 

Who owns the Winters township.

And his family also own the beach

Ocean beach 

Is what it became afterwards,

But right now, there is an Irish pub.

With his family's crest 

That serves for him an outpost.

Off this new town below 

The city of the angels

He has been provided for

By the Grants, 

Lawyers and land grabbers

Are the two sons of the former

President Grant who won a war

But got ridden out of Washington.

Due to his administration's corruptness.

Which is why his family had headed 

West during the Civil war

Except for Virgil

Who was already conscripted

All those western towns

Wanted was to get the hell.

Out of Dodge

They wanted no part of it.

The horrible civil war

He had plans for that ocean beach

He planned to retire there

Just as the Grants took over Sweet river.

But here he was shucking oysters

As his ladies restaurant

While waiting for sundown

His main role as Sheriff 

Of this new town 

Was to keep the ladies off the streets

He had his own gambling hall

To keep the wealthy entertained

But the lady who ran the bank

During the day

By night had her girls .

Saddled with a situation. 

Which was not going to get better

He had to make sure they were not girls

Nor slaves but clean honest women

Who performed the only task 

The West recognized as honest work.

While the day he dealt with the riffraff

Who drifted in from the East

And those who thought Mexico. 

Was a play spot to get lost in

Whole lot of troubles down there

He remembered those who thought

They could settle the area

Where no one was living

Mostly Mormons

Who had to retreat 

Once those men taught to fight

During the Spanish American war

Wanted to ride north.

All those over the rights

Of a river called Rosa Rio,

The Russian River.

He remembered the fort 

Up the hill

Which became Balboa park

Training men to fight 

Against the possibility

Of the South launching an attack

Against this West coast town

Some guy named James Wheat,

From Eastern Tennessee

A young kid brought out here

Lost one of his canons

During training exercises

Ended up being sent north,

After he had relocated his family

With a proper land grant out there on the river

But he blew up the munitions wagon

Causing a huge explosion 

And it was sent careening down towards town

Burning down the church

Thankfully without an occupants

But it was too much for his commandment.

Alcatraz!

He complained from San Francisco

Bitterly cold every day

At least if he blew something up

It was in the middle of the bay.

And they had to guard the entrance

Called the Golden gate.

While his family ranch was waiting for him.

He went up there last year,

After his trip to Sacramento

By ferry boat he got an eye

Of his adopted State 

He has settled into this city

Of fog by morning 

And sunshine by evening

His brothers visited 

For a short time.

But most of the time they wanted 

Not to remember too much.

Just seeing what the old people

Had thought was a new opportunity.

They were not much

Into fishing nor sailing

Cattle country they were from.

He thought the sail boat was

An improvement on the wagon train

After all those hours in the saddle

They were not happy with the place

Thier parents wanted to call home

He was one of the little ones

Who had come to the west

By wagon train .

Having crossed the great desert

By horse and wagon 

Instead of by boat

Meanwhile he was jut sitting

Above a bank run by a woman

Who had no interest

In sending any robbers

To his jail 

But straight into the grave

Hopes end. cemetery 

Was filling up quickly

After the Old towns cemetery

Was set aside for Catholics only.

Tombstone was a distant memory

Or at least he told everyone that

The Earps took down a dangerous gang

Lost their friend Doc

But managed to stay together

His brother is a Sheriff up north

In a mining town to keep

The gangs from taking over.

At least he did not have to deal

With miners 

Just ship jumpers

And claims jumpers

Who wanted to get drunk

Instead of building this beautiful

Town into a city by the bay

Life afterwards,

He might just take a sail boat 

Out and head south to see what it looks like

Maybe sail all the way around,

He just wants to live a little longer

That the others with a woman by his side.

Harpist for gods sake!

Good thing those thugs

Had not heard of it .

Or they would have been left hanging

From the rafters

Now he can sit back and smile

As his lady brings another tray ....

Shuck

Schu-uck...