Notes About The Poem
Poetic Form: Cowboy Poetry
Inspired: 2024 January 30
Imaga: N/A
How the West Was Lost
The Great Continental Divide, more appropriately
known to most Easterners as the Continental Divide
of the Americas, but nope, not out here in the Western
country past the great Missourah and the grand ole Miss.
In the days long before the gold rush
struggling G.I. men, in the days where
gender roles were unheard of in them
there of the West. Long before that
coastline got an eyeful, there were in
between places, and a whole lot of
empty spaces, in between those places.
They were a pocketful of nightmares the
G.I. men couldn't muster enough people
to fill in the gaps. A lot of wild stories did
spread a foreboding to the scant few who
were just desperate to make anything to
move. Claims were jumped on, and as it
was always the way west, that the gun
ruled and the law hid behind that gun. The
good did die young. And the law stayed low.
Gold rush so did the people, but still, the gun
rule and the law stayed hidden. In time, things
changed for the better, as a gun was hidden and
the law, for what it's worth, saw sunlight. That
same sun had shone over the cemeteries too.
Besides dates and names, was the word, GOOD.
That is where the real West lies--not by what
you see, but by what you don't. Yep, by golly gee!
The GOOD people of the West are all laid to RIP.
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