Robert Lindley Poet Narrative

Now Laying In Boot Hill Under Frozen Ground

Now Laying In Boot Hill Under Frozen Ground


Tony was a wicked dude carried a thirty-eight
Always raced his fast cars always cheated Fate
Carried a straight razor in his left shoe
Things that would be daring, he was ready to do
Afraid he would cut his own throat, wore a beard
But damn sure was nothing else, man never was skeered
Fought in the roughest bars that were around
Beat living hell out of every bully he ever found
Yes, he was still alive at age thirty nine
And ready to tackle any that crossed the line
Do not ask about his last fighting night aiive
Shot by a ten year old kid, took his last dive.

Yes sir, he was easily toughest dude around.
Now laying in boot hill under frozen ground.

Robert J. Lindley, April 2nd, 1970

Note. -----  Age 16, no edits.

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Andrea Dietrich August 8, 2023 at 3:41 PM I really enjoyed this one. Would be my kind of book to read. Robert Lindley August 8, 2023 at 4:05 PM Thank you my good friend. Yes, ole Tony lived a rough tough life. And died an old man. He always told me this- "" son always draw your gun first."" Because that first bullet sent is the best.""

Robert Lindley August 8, 2023 at 9:07 AM This is a work of fiction based upon a real person I knew in my youth. The real Tony lived to be 75. Died in his sleep on Christmas morning.