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C&I's Poem of the Week for 5/30/2012
Stretched out and sore from the day's hard ride.
No fire burning bright to keep him warm.
It is his horse and own self that he must hide.
The stars fill the night sky and offer him a celestial blanket for sleep.
A bank hold up in the previous town has earn him a wanted poster.
When it comes to trouble with the the law, he's quite a large heap.
Slowly drifting off to rest with more thoughts than dollars in his saddle bag still on that horse.
If memories of the past could be forgotten then he would become innocent.
He is left wondering if his life could have taken a better course.
The present is all he can live in, and it is for this that he steals.
No fire to cook any supper, there is a growing sense of hunger that he suddenly feels.
The future holds a day when this lifestyle will come to an end.
As he drifts away into unsettling rest for the night, he can hear a hammer falling from a sheriff's revolver
or onto judge's bench, that will be the gift that fate will eventually send.
C&I's Poem of the Week for 5/30/2012. Would you like to contribute? Send your poetry to mail@cowboysindians.com with "poetry" in the subject line. Select entries will appear online.
