In the early days of Portland town

In the early days of Portland town,
Where the rivers meet and the pines surround,
Pioneers arrived, stakes in hand,
Dreaming of a life on this lush, green land.

But little did history books record,
Of the hipster vibes that Portland stored.
With beards so long and flannels so neat,
They rode fixie bikes down every street.

The Oregon Trail? Oh, what a quest!
But in Portland, they took a kombucha rest.
While others mined gold without relent,
They mined for vinyl and vintage content.

The saloons served not just whiskey and gin,
But artisanal lattes with a foam art spin.
And the local bard, with banjo in tow,
Sang of organic crops and the cold brew flow.

Teepees and yurts lined the riverside,
Where pioneers and hipsters did reside.
Dreamcatchers hung, catching dreams so grand,
Of a future city, cool and unplanned.

So here’s to Portland, old yet new,
A blend of the many and the few.
From pioneers to hipsters, the story’s been told,
Of a city both young and oh-so-old.