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Billy the Kid

Billy the kid kept roving around, A campfire here, a cowhand there, He traveled alone through country & town, Always headed somewhere, One certain day he rode into town, His forty-five strapped on his side, Just to stop and drink one round, Then continue on with his ride, He hitched his horse and went in thru, The front tavern bat-wing doors, He didn't see anyone he knew, Just a couple cowboys and some _hores, He moseyed on up, ordered a drink, Sarsaparilla I'll have here for me! Down the hatch, smooth as a wink, Then he was given another for free, He thanked the man kindly, turned around, To leave thru the bat-winged door, A cowboy stood up and stared Billy down, Lookin' for trouble and more! [Cowboy]: "Hey boy! let me teach ya how ta shoot! Come"ere gimmee that there gun!" "If'n ya don't I'm gonna plant this 'ere boot! I'll show ya how the real West is run!" [Billy]: "Mister, I'm not here ta play!" "I've dealt with yer kind before, "So please kindly step outa my way, And be thankful ya don't see me no more." [Cowboy]: "Boy! yer messin' with Danger Dan...man!" "And yer jawin's 'bout ta seal yer fate!" [Billy]: "Mister, yer soon to be Dan the damned man!" "If yer gun ain't shootin' fast 'n' straight!" "Like a rattlesnake springin' from the devils hand!" "Billys gun cleared his holster that fast!" "Billy's bullet knocked the gun out of Danger Dan's hand!" "In a single straight shot blast!" [Cowboy]: "Uh-h-h! I ain't ever seen a gun so fast! As the one ya shot sure coulda killed me!" "Should ya pardon my trouble, may I ask... What is yer name....really?" [Billy]: "Mister, it's how ya live, not how fast the gun," "that makes a man a man," "Most my life's been on the run, Killin's no future or plan!" "I'm stranger to most, still livin' the past, Feelin' bad ta what I did, "Some crossed my path, ain't here ta boast, I'm Billy The Kid!"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 5/14/2016 11:53:00 AM
Congrats on your poem being featured. love phyl
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Date: 5/8/2016 11:38:00 AM
I like the dialogue framework of your piece, Lawrence!! Congrats for having it featured in the Poetry Soup homepage!! ;-)
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Date: 11/17/2009 10:53:00 AM
i really love cowboys do you like writing about them?
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Date: 12/25/2008 3:11:00 AM
Good story. He finally lost to one of his best friends, Pat Garret. Thanks for your comments. My Aunt Evelyn is from Louisville. It's been years since We've seen her, losing touch after my Uncle Jim died.He was a trucker (concrete cowboy). Have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy and success filled New Year. Vince
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