Dusty, hot, and dry
He swallows very deep
The dust sticks in his throat
On this blisom western street
Time has gone, wound down
The telling moment is at hand
He prays that he was right
At the draw he is the faster man
For the honor of his loving wife
He stands to lose his own
Or take another’s life
Then take is love on home
The figure appears before him
Back to back they both now stand
Fifty paces they turn to face
He feels the tremor in his hand
Lightning speed a puff of smoke
He is the one still standing
Falling lifeless to the ground
The cowboy’s body now is landing
At the farm he practices daily
For soon another trip to town
He knows some love struck cowboy
Again will try to gun him down
For many men have seen the beauty
Clinging about his protective arm
Though her love is only for him
They still wish to do him harm
They think that life without him there
Might leave her, for them to gain her eye
So they pick their fight with the farmer
But swiftly there hopes he does deny
So if you see the farmer’s wife
Quickly look the other way
You don't want to be the next one counted
among those in the undrtakers graves
Author notes
watch out for the boogerman
what do you think
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Really good poem. I loved it.
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Good poem. You took me back and forth from the past to the now. We all wanted to feel that cherished. LOVE the way you moved to the end.
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Well done here sweetheart. Enjoyed it
Now leave rick alone lol..hes gettin sore.
Love you
Tory
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I'll help rick back up they were just caps in my gun anyway. Lol
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Dude did you just shoot me again
first you steal your wife then my name. For we know she will never leave you. And I am just a hobbled old man with dreams of granduer. Never will I hold the hand of one so dear. Though it does never hurt to dream. sweet write are you ever going to stop shooting me, damn things hurt. Bravo my friend Bravo
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Thanks hun
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