Town Visitor-Contest
These here trails are long and wide; I've
ridden them for years.
I gave up the outlaw ways some time ago
and faced my fears.
I'm a visitor in this town; folks are giving
me the evil eye,
Riding on my horse with a gun at my side I
feel danger’s nigh.
Though I haven't had to draw my gun in
a very long while,
I've never backed down from any fight
that ain't my style.
But I won't be here much longer; I'm
just passing through,
However, if someone challenges me
they'll be sad they drew.
In the corner of my eye, I see some-
one walking my way,
I don't want to wound a man today or
have him be prey.
I slowed down my horse and greeted
him with a nod,
He drew his gun and pulled his trigger
but missed, I was awed.
I jumped off my horse, grabbed my gun
and shot him dead,
He didn't have a chance to shoot back
he fell like lead.
Mounted my trusted friend and left that
ghost of a town,
It seemed odd that the onlookers were
no longer around.
I didn't want to relive my gun fighting
days but I'm no coward,
That day, I put my old life behind me
and it's happy trails onward.
*I haven't a clue if this is correct, but I decided to
give it a go.
01/20/2021
Contest: Cowboy
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Sponsored by Line Gauthier.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
