In dreams at night I still can see that long and dusty lane
that took me from my childhood days to busy streets in town
the seventh born of seven sons on a forty acre farm
momma did her level best to keep me safe from harm
Daddy taught us all - it's a sin to tell a lie
take pride in what you do and hold your head up high
I remember sunday mornings with a bible in his hand
he'd read to us the Psalms and sing a favorite hymn
I'm digging up some mem'ries I buried long ago
when whiskey didn't own me and still I had control
forsaken and alone in this dreary prison cell
haunted by the nightmares lurking in my soul
Behind these cold grey walls the sun no longer shines
they'll hang me in the morning for the evil of my crimes
convicted by a jury for the sake of being poor
I stabbed a man in Dallas left him dying on the floor
If I had a million dollars I'd give it all away
to see the folks I left behind for just one single day
my mommas happy smile the twinkle in her eyes
and shake my daddy's hand once more before it's time to die
They'll come for me at sunrise when chilly winds are calm
the warden and a padre to ease my journey home
the gates of hell are open wide and satan calls my name
I'll meet my final justice with no one left to blame
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Johnny Cashwould have loved this. It is just a delightful story poet. The shame is the good old poets on here get very little notice. Great write though.
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"If I had a million dollars I'd give it all away
to see the folks I left behind for just one single day
my mommas happy smile the twinkle in her eyes
and shake my daddy's hand once more before it's time to die"
David, you are making my day here, and that is no exaggeration whatsoever; i just absolutely love your style of writing; and this one, for some reason, brought tears prickling to my eyes .....
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Gosh! This is one of the most in depth things that I have read beyond the Picket Rider. I love the stories that you tell in your poetry and this one is a keeper. Extremely sad when it comes down to the last two verses.
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Almost a classic tale of the wild west but I think its closer to home than that. Beautiful writing and a message I can relate to from past exoeriences. Extremely well done, both the construction and the presentation.
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I really enjoyed this poem.....wow....a expression only one could possibly give...great imagery!!!
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Fantastic write, which I really enjoyed! Excellent rhythm and flow. Great perspective from a man on death row. Great imagery. Well done!
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beyond beautiful
wow..
really special
loved it,
little sad but still ...
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Wow! I love this!!
In dreams at night I still can see that long and dusty lane
that took me from my childhood days to busy streets in town
wow that is just incredible. What a way to start a poem. -
A good narrative style here, spinning a sad tale of regret and retribution in the classic manner... I liked it muchly! bravo... bravo...
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