The Badlands
The Badlands
Can you see what they’re lookin’ at or
Hear what they say?
Maybe they’re stoppin’ to take time to pray.
Could they know the ending is near?
Fate may have brought them a measure of fear.
We’ve followed them far and seen what they’ve done –
And now we see them, here on the run.
They don’t want to give up -
It don’t seem likely they will.
And the scene here around us
Brings an ominous chill.
They’ve rode these badlands
Much longer than we -
And they can observe things
We never see.
I can’t help but wonder what history will see,
When this scene is painted by pure destiny.
What if we hunted them as long as we did?
Then, we became hunted by Butch and The Kid?
Author’s Note: Based on the painting “Cowboys in the Badlands”
By Thomas Eakins and entered in PSoup contest sponsored by
Isaiah Zerbist
9/16/14
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