Charles Ruble Poet Rhyme

Western Sound

I can hear the swing of the saloon doors,
I can hear the spurs on the hardwood floors.
I can feel the heat of the noon day sun,
I can hear the people,to the side of the street they run.
I can hear the steps as they come to meet,
I can feel the stare they give in the middle of the street.
I can hear the clock as it strikes twelve,
I can hear their heart beat faster and swell.
I can hear the pistol pull from the leather on their side,
I can hear the blast's as one man cried.
I can hear the body hit the ground from the shot that was fired,
I can hear him ride away,that gun for hire.
I can only hear,not for fear for me,
I can only hear because I am a cowboy who can't see.

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