Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

Shot-Dead: For Word Morth Contest

Shot Dead


Shot where I stood, though the slug missed my ticker
My horse, newly shod, sent for cop or for vicar
I’ve made my last stand in this old grain shed
He’ll steal no more seed with that hole in his head

The drought that has led to his treacherous deed
Has dried up the field and the creek and its reed
May my last act on my headstone be read
Long into the future... long after I’m dead




28 February 2019
For Jesse Rowe’s
Word Morth contest.

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Kim Rodrigues March 24, 2019 at 11:09 AM Excellent, Terry! Congrats on your third place win! Terry Flood March 24, 2019 at 3:18 PM Thankyou Kim

Line Gauthier March 24, 2019 at 7:47 AM A fun poem with great imagery, Terry. Congrats on your well deserved win. Terry Flood March 24, 2019 at 3:21 PM Thankyou Line.

Jesse Rowe March 24, 2019 at 7:36 AM Such an interesting story you've told. Congratulations on finishing 3rd place in my contest. Terry Flood March 24, 2019 at 3:23 PM Thanks Jesse. I thought that poem might have been the end of my writer’s block... alas, not so.