Native Son

When cities lay claim
To those who gain fame,
They hope they'll attract lots of tourists;
But often their game
Gets flak or gets blame
From historians (most of them purists).

For no way everyone
Is a true native son
Though it's briefly where he once resided;
But when hype has begun,
Fans will certainly run
To the places the guidebooks have guided.

Still, of course I will bite
And I'll visit the site
Where a writer or artist created
And I'll smile in delight
Though it doesn't seem right
Since his other homes' fame might have faded.