There’s a place in Colorado
You’ve never heard about.
 
I can tell you of its secrets,
But its name I will leave out.
 
Nearly thirty years ago it was,
I began work in that town.
 
A policeman I was hired to be,
When that last guy let them down.
 
Small towns may seem so sleepy,
Yet it really isn’t so.
 
The policeman sees what others don’t;
I was there — so I know!
 
Folks are a mix of both good and bad,
That’s quite true everywhere.
 
They will lie and cheat and steal;
But in a crisis — volunteer!
 
There were burglaries and auto thefts,
Even gruesome suicide.
 
Once two boys played with a loaded gun,
And the ten-year-old one died.
 
I saw drugs and drunks and family fights;
Just a few of the many crimes.
 
Such town secrets I can still recall
As I think about those times.

Copyright©2009 Dan Wright