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Bury Me Standing
Bury Me Standing (Finally found the poems I wrote when was 14.) Britt Bailey was Kentucky born, Left that state with wrath and scorn Then he took to politics it's told With a gun was brash and bold. Britt and his rival had feuded so For their guns they both did go Britt shot man died and ran away Rode to Texas and there did stay. John Austin gave to Britt some land Thinking that Britt was a gentleman Family came and they settled down He built the biggest ranch around. For Judge, Britt had decided to run Austin's learned by him what was done And away they tried to take his land Britt formed a group to take a stand. Britt bravely made vow and this did say, "On day when I die I will never lay;" John shot Britt who had grasped a tree Slowly died standing there would he. So buried standing he still must be Green light in shadow you can see And often ground rumbles for a spell Britt's been target practicing in hell. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran I was 14 in the ninth grade when I wrote this a year before my dad died.
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