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A Western Gun
by Razel DaviesSaddle on over,
The wasted land.
Never giv’n up,
With a Colt in my hand.
Ride’n on through,
These dusty towns.
Bandits on horses,
Bullet hole frowns.
Lawmen drink’n,
Corruption shots.
Thieves and muggers,
Have the people in knots.
With a .44 holstered,
Quick-draw them dead.
Townsfolk are rise’n,
The rebellion led. 03/13/2009
Author's Note: Written after playing the game Gun on PS2.
Posted on 03/13/2009
Copyright © 2025 Razel Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/13/09 at 01:26 PM Written like a true Western cowboy! Really good piece and a pleasant departure from your norm. GREAT read- excellent job, Razel |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/15/13 at 03:12 PM Interesting in the context of today's gun "uprising". For the first time in my life I am cautious about being in crowds, wondering which nut is going to take a shot at some other nut. This certainly is catchy in its fine beat. |
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