Linda Alice Fowler Poet Nonet

Boot Hill

Never-ending bloodstained boots tossed on top
of the growing mound of vignettes
around so many young men
seeking a name to boast
courageous conquests
facing the best
gunfighters
just to
die

NB: A nod to Robert Hinshaw and his poem ‘A Stroll Through Boot Hill Cemetery’.

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Heidi Sands February 24, 2023 at 10:06 PM Well written :) Linda Alice Fowler February 25, 2023 at 6:59 AM Good morning Heidi. Thanks for stopping by and commenting! :)

Paula Goldsmith February 20, 2023 at 11:29 AM I enjoyed your "Boot Hill" write. Man is still the sames only the dates have changed. Have a fun day................ Linda Alice Fowler February 20, 2023 at 11:35 AM Thank you dear Paula. I appreciate your comments. Yes, fun and sun today - yea!

Tom Cunningham February 20, 2023 at 8:43 AM Many would be gunfighters final place of rest, they weren't so quick as they thought they were. Tom Linda Alice Fowler February 20, 2023 at 8:47 AM Thanks Tom. Hope you have a great week! L