The Wild, Wild West
Back in time,
in the wild, wild west,
a person had to stand,
to a face to face test.
If someone robbed you,
or stole your horse,
then to the street,
settled out of court.
Whomever drew first,
whether standing or not,
the people would scream,
he deserved what he got.
The sheriff held order,
in his little town,
and if one didn't obey,
he would lock them down.
Breaking in a home,
one better think twice,
or be willing to take,
whatever he got.
Then things progressed,
more laws were made,
and a peacemaker's life,
began to fade.
Politicians took over,
they had a plan,
and over the years,
we still don't understand.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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