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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Armadilly came galloping into Troll Lake, bent on seeking a new life, to unwind. He’d rode out of the Badlands, leaving only a trail of blowing dust and leaves, behind. His steady stead Jalopy had been pounding feet, relentlessly with powerful strides. Rearing up, Armadilly stopped before our Troll Bridge with his slingshot at his side. I could see, he rode the sleekest mount, and the biggest tortoise, that I had ever seen. Man that armadillo knew his tortoise flesh… this was the fastest one, ever been! I would say: he truly looked, the devil’s mount… with glowing, fire stocked eyes. The stranger named himself as Armadilly, but his true identity, could not be denied. He was really Armadilly Billy, The Slingshot Kidster, as he bowed to us, so very low. With a yes Ma'am, and a no Sir, he was smooth and could charm, near any old soul. The Trolls loved him for the spell binding stories, that at the campfire, he gave away. He never talked about his past, but we knew who he was, without being told, that day. The rumor had it that Sheriff Bunny Garret had shot him dead, on one fateful day. Another said he’d faked his death, heading south to Mexico, his life to live away. But we knew better, for he was here with us, right now, on this illustrious day. We knew he was a kind and misunderstood guy, because of what I’m about to say. He saved our squirrel, Funkundilly, from a hawk diving straight for her, inward bound. With his slingshot, like streaked lightening, he forced the hawk to spiral to the ground. And we all applauded that Funkundilly was now, once again, so very safe and sound. Then he strode, spurs a jangling, to dish out his own type of justice, so very renowned. With a steely glint in his eye, he ordered the hawk away, or meet his end, he did convey. And you can say that frightened bully hawk, really high tailed it, as he ran away. Everyone celebrated that night, with Armadilly, all the way to dawn’s embrace. Before he left, Armadilly knew from then on, he’d always have a home in this place. But his mind was set on a wandering, more of this world’s adventures, to unweave. So with a HiHo! Jalopy! He took off, leaving in another cloud of dust and leaves. But I heard him shout that he’d be back again, soon… And we were sure, that’s just what he would do! Inspired by Silly Billy the Kidster's--- Billy the Kid Blog An epic poem by Carol Eastman
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