To the South
What a beautiful sight
The mountains and such
Cacti all around
Careful not to touch
A glorious place
A few drops trickle down
Nothing but orchards
And fields to be found
A lovely bird
Red head and black tail
Making its home
Then ready to sail
Through the blue sky
Clouds swirling about
The sun shining bold'
Steady and stout
Many a hoof print
On the well trodden ground
Men with big hats
Roam trails all around
Through the swinging doors
And into the big room
Glasses hit with a thud
As they crowd and caroon
It takes only a spark
Then into the street
Guns drawn at the hip
Ready to release
That silver tip thing
It flies through the air
One hit in the gut
No more worries or cares
The simplicities of life
Once upon a time
Only the fear
Of saving you
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