Colossal Cave
In Southern Arizona, there is an old cave
A history, does it have a story to tell
More than a hole in a mountain
For many a outlaw it was their grave
Years before the Indians lived there as well
Protected by thorns of the Prickly Pear, that is for certain
Bank and train robber, hid their stolen stash there
Cool their heel and hide from the law
No doubt, that many were shot in the back
Out of greed, in their outlaw lair
Living by their law
Cochise and Geronimo, also left their track
"La Posta Quemada", a cattle ranch it later became
Where cowboys would ride
The mountain was steep and mean, cactus galore
"The Burning Post", by the White man;s name
The thorns would rip the horse's and cattle's hide
And the cave with all it had to store
The old steer would go to the top and hide
Would stay there for years and never come down
To gather them was a cowboy's living Hell
For the horse's armor, around his chest would be wet rawhide
From he cactus thorns and the steer were found
Yes, old Colossal Cave does have a story to tell
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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