1800s Flow

Cobblestone claps, hooves hit, streets of dirt,

Horse-drawn carriages, shoes caked with work.

Pocket watch ticking, time froze in the smog,

Big hats tip low, secrets hid in the fog.

Back to the 1800s, where the air was raw,

Wheels turned slow, and the world had no law.

Smoke stacks rising, the future on the brink,

From powdered wigs to whiskey, hands stained with ink.

Rust on the rails, steam engines scream,

Dreams puffed out the stacks, or so it seemed.

Gold seekers out west fought dust for their keep,

While others gambled fortunes, counting souls in their sleep.

Candles light the dark, shadows creep the rooms,

Whispers hold the power, carried by the plumes.

Flags on the mast where the ships cut the sea,

Empires built brick by brick, fuel for the spree.

Bar fights crack like a gunshot in the night,

Sheriff's badge glintin’ in the saloon light.

Blacksmith forge glow, sweaty brows strung tight,

Manifest destiny stretched, wrong or right.

Back to the 1800s, where the air was raw,

Wheels turned slow, and the world had no law.

Smoke stacks rising, the future on the brink,

From powdered wigs to whiskey, hands stained with ink.