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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today. There were the usual horse collars, clocks and various sundries on display. Havin' no need fer horse collars and sech, I quickly passed them by, But a paintin' of an abandoned stagecoach really caught my eye! The artist depicted it in a field overgrown with tumbleweeds and brambles. It looked so very forlorn, its former glory now in a total shambles! I contemplated this poignant scene and mused upon its past, And how it may have helped conquer the western frontier so very vast! I could picture the cranky driver a-cussin' and crackin' his leather whip, Stingin' the ears of his cantankerous mules urgin' them on to a faster clip! As they raced across arid deserts and rounded treacherous mountain curves, How the passengers must've been jostled, gittin' on each others nerves! I visualized the characters that old stage must've transported to the west! There were gamblers seekin' suckers, concealin' ample aces in their vest! Platoons of preachers clutchin' their Bibles were numbered 'mongst the hosts, And young and innocent teachers were headin' west to teach at army posts! Soiled doves, plyin' their trade, were headed fer sawdust saloons. I wondered if the old stage had ever been sacked by outlaws and their goons. I reckon the old derelict had earned its repose - its axles no longer squeal. If only that old stage could speak! My oh my! The secrets it might reveal! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) All Rights Reserved

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Date: 3/30/2013 4:14:00 PM
Amazingly written... so realistic... but I don't think they were pulled by mules... My Great grandfather was a mule driver... He took Missouri mules to the New Mexico territories to sell to farmers. Then he used the money from each trip to buy out the settlers who couldn't make it... That was before irrigation... Some said starvation, snakes and indians... It wasn't fit to live in... But he did just fine... My other Great GrandDad was a telegrapher in the Oklahoma Badlands.
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Date: 3/25/2013 7:29:00 AM
Oh Bob - I see it all before my eyes. The treasures of the antiquities shop bring imaginings such as this - good poetry. Ride em cowboy. love, Kathy
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Date: 3/22/2013 3:26:00 PM
Such fabulous imagery!! Masterful couplet rhyming and flow. I felt that I was on the old stagecoach, enduring the bumps and squeals and all! BRAVO Robert!! Best wishes, Keith
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Date: 3/21/2013 9:58:00 AM
Oh!! The secrets it could have retold..Enjoyed reading this one today..Just finished a book about years gone by with some stories such as this one within its pages.It was a wonderful trip into the past for me..However, after tasting AC/Heat Pumps don't know if I would want to go back..Thanks for the kind review of my work..Sara
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Date: 3/21/2013 9:39:00 AM
Very nice, ESP. Those cantankerous mules. Thanks for your comment on mine. Jen
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Date: 3/21/2013 9:38:00 AM
- I was thinking exactly the same as Owen here - Thanks for the nice poem .... as always, very well written. - Wishing you a lovely Easter week! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 3/21/2013 8:42:00 AM
Hi Robert. I love your poem and I also love stage coches. I have a little one maybe about a foot long. It is one of those fancy ones That i bought a very long time ago. it has red curtains inside. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla
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Date: 3/20/2013 11:12:00 PM
Loved it Robert. Super.
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Date: 3/20/2013 9:57:00 PM
Very nice poem Robert....made me smile...Donna
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Date: 3/20/2013 5:36:00 PM
This is a truly phenomenal write my friend! I really enjoyed reading this amazing poem this evening! You have presented a lovely piece, quite the delightful poem, Great Work!!
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