Tiny little fingers
reach toward the sky
those innocent blue eyes
Can make Daddy cry...
(two score and seven years ago
I already miss the simplicity)
Face cloaked as he
tares out through the west
Horse stamping underfoot...
Loaded pistol dangles at his side
Last night's fine wine
still reminate's form his breath
(Daddy ain't to proud
But a man's goatta do
what ever he can)
As dusk breaks on a quiet little town
Our little boy
with eyes of innocent blue
Makes his way to a familiar old saloon
Smiling faces
of faded child hood memories
Creep into his burnt out vision
(Have too many nights of sinning
cast this young boy
too far to be saved)
those blessed faces
turn toward him in hate
He has commited
so many foul acts
Who can forgive?
Even those stunning azure eyes...
So as a crowd rally's thick
take this young man to his fate
Father stands and watches
His heart now on the floor
If they knew his boy like him
they'ed see he could do right...
The body is placed in the noose to hang
Baby eyes widen in fear
He screams one last time for his Father
"Please Forgive me,
Because I LOVE YOU"
and with that,
the board is pulled
and his neck is snapped
(at least there was no painful struggling)
the mob has lost it's passion,
with no more show to be seen
they quickly return to lives
of false justice
and mock security
& just when they are all snug in bed
tucking away their young
A scorned father,
makes his way to a tree
("Do they not see what
they took from me?")
He takes his blessed son's body
and lays it to rest
"If nothing else in this world
He deserved The West..."
A contest entry
- Cowboy Roots by Maybe Anastasia.
300 points, ended June 5, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Written for a contest ... how did I do?♥
Comments
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VERY NICE!!I loved the flow. I could hear it in my mind GREAT.A sad tale but there is a ring of truth here and I love that. great write and thanks for the entry.
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Awesome
I really like how you made him a son and the stranger his father who comes after he is executed to bury him. ANd the use of the mob, awesome! This is a good write and you did well. Thanks for the entry and good luck!
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oh wow pretty good
blow that contest away dollie! -
wow.
you.are.breathtaking.
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hunni.....
this is really great.
its a step outside your normal box, but you did fanfuckingtasticly.
the mob has lost it's passion,
with no more show to be seen
they quickly return to lives
of false justice
and mock security
love this. good job babes. -
the mob has lost it's passion,
with no more show to be seen
they quickly return to lives
of false justice
and mock security
& just when they are all snug in bed
tucking away their young
A scorned father,
makes his way to a tree
("Do they not see what
they took from me?")
He takes his blessed son's body
and lays it to rest
"If nothing else in this world
He deserved The West..."
i have just one thing
to say.. i love this =]
♥
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