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The Earp brothers all gathered, and stood in a row with their own large tashes
Along with Doc Holliday, thought they would give the cowboys a good bashing
Doc Holliday, under the cover of his coat; was loaded with cream buns in hand
Virgil after a quick slurp of his bun got the first shot in on Billie’s chest did land
Two buns in hand, Doc Holliday, then brought good looker, Tom McLaury down
Once down young Tom McLaury was as never again to rise up from the ground
Wyatt Earp, who owned between all the Earp brothers the bigger of the tashes
Tombstone rumour had it; it was only there to cover up one almighty of rashes
Hit Frank McLaury, with a cream chocolate éclair, who gave one, back in return
But as Frank was allergic to chocolate his wound gave him righty some concern
Ike Clanton and Billy Claiborne, young’uns who like to use butties and not buns
Both turn on their well spurred cowboy boots heels, and like hell started to run
Shot Frank McLaury, and Billy Clanton, managed to lob a few more cream buns
Virgil Earp and Brother Morgan, along with Doc Holliday they all got it in return
30 seconds later the cream bun fight of the OK Corral, was all done and dusted
Earp’s brothers with their big tashes, as the Doc had gave all they could muster
Billie Clanton, Tom as Frank McLaury were left on the ground covered in cream
Never to rise again as be a part of the badly organized notorious cowboy team
Sheriff Behan, a witness but not involved, on account he was eating his burger
Decided enough was enough, charged the Earp’s and Doc Holliday with murder
They say that day over 30 cream buns were thrown, that’s what they reckoned
In all that making it one cream bun thrown at each other, for every one second
Later on, Ike Clanton, and Billie Claiborne, returned to hand in their statements
But the Tombstone justice of peace threw the case out on grounds of mitigation
So the tashed Earp brothers Virgil, Morgan and Wyatt with the Doc walked free
Lucky for them, as it meant there would be no hangings, from the hanging tree
In a movie entitled, Tombstone, Wyatt Earp said to Doc Holliday, "All right. let's finish it". To which Doc Holliday replied, "Indeed sir. The last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals". I'd say that Earp's immortals were well equipped to bring about a reckoning against the 'cowboys', but not immortal enough to live forever.
Yes, I believe in immortality, not of the human body, but of the human spirit. The body returns to dust from whence it came. Until God's appointed time, the spirit awaits a spiritual body suited for it to live eternally with The Lord. He who made the first terrestrial body of mortal man knows how and when to give to us a celestial body.
It is interesting to me that angels have the ability to transit in and out of the heavenly realm with their apparently immortal bodies. There is much we do not know, but I take great delight in knowing that a new body awaits me; one that is not subject to sickness, disease, or viruses; one indestructible, whose body parts never need replacement, and never deteriorate by aging.
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Make for the corner, Fresno-Whittier
(there’s neighborhoods a whole lot prettier):
it’s probably ten-ninety-six,
but don’t draw weapons – that’s a Nix.
The man before you’s not a “perp”,
so don’t come on like Wyatt Earp.
Latina (claims she’s J-Lo’s cousin)
talking nineteen to the dozen
says she almost bought the farm,
but totally (we think) unharmed.
Find the pale-blue shotgun shack:
he’s out front, and she’s out back.
Ten-zero, boys. Proceed with caution.
Blame’s not something we apportion.
They love each other – had a fight,
same as any couple might.
Bear in mind one simple thing:
no-one wants a Rodney King.
So, L.A.’s Finest, when you swoop,
he’s sitting on the streetside stoop,
and spouting incoherent crap,
samurai sword across his lap.
Don’t pay no mind to what he’s blurting –
the guy’s okay. He’s simply hurting.
Don’t see a spic from Zapopan,
look at him closely. See the man.
Don’t think, “one of the wetback horde”:
think what it took to make that sword.
Someone tempered, shaped, embossed it.
And Juan’s a man. He simply lost it.
He came up here in eighty-eight,
and settled in the Orange State.
Wielded wrenches, welded axes,
raised his kids and paid his taxes,
and now he’s slowly catching on:
there’s nothing else. His youth is gone.
He mops the floors at Taco Bell,
and Carmencita gives him hell.
He’d wail a horn, like Bobby Prewitt,
but doesn’t have the art to do it.
So let’s forget the “better than”.
Go easy, fellas. See the man.
Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That somehow they are beyond the stuff,
to good for the wild, and the rough,
following some unwritten ‘elite’ law,
suppressing the urge to shout ‘yee-haw!’
But I think when it all is said and done,
cowboys are truly made of awesome…
Riding swift across the wide-open plains,
coat flapping behind like your horse’s mane,
maneuvering a large and panicked herd,
turning a stampede with iron nerves,
rough-hewn men cooking by the firelight,
coyote chorus yips through the night,
knowing that for all the wind and grit,
it sure beats sitting in an office.
A battered hat worth more than any pearl,
grabs the attention of the cowgirls,
boots that announce you in any room,
be you a mere hand, or fancy bride-groom.
Leather vests that dress up any shirt,
and somehow can even make fringe"work,
a bandana or a wild rag,
with a thousand uses, not a mere fad.
The tell-tale jangle comes from your spurs,
vast coat made out of buffalo fur.
Square-dance, line-dance, twirl a girl around,
to fiddle and steel guitar’s sound,
campfire songs to entertain the kids,
harmonicas to sing the blues with,
teaching the folks to throw a lasso,
then breaking out tricks with swirling rope.
Living life by a strong honor code,
one that good people would do well to know.
Wyatt Earp and his famous revenge ride,
Masterson cut Dodge City down to size,
Doc Holliday gambling with a death wish,
Billy the Kid, criminal, yet tragic,
Wild Bill holding those aces & eights,
and old Kit Carson, out blazing the way,
Buffalo Bill brought the people a dream,
and who can forget, the legend Bass Reeves?
A six-gun at ready, holster right side,
the lines of a Winchester, ever sublime.
Ranches that sprawl on mountain and prairie,
riding the trails where man can breath free,
rampaging rodeo, those guns are fun,
and damn can those barrel-racers run!
Living out of doors, by both skill and luck,
be it on a horse or a pick-up truck,
It’s clear that when all is said and done,
that cowboys are truly made of awesome.
I was watching the TV the other day
When a certain Rerun began to play.
It brought me back to one of my brain's stifled bans
Because it was about Lucas McCain...the Rifleman.
All of a sudden I was drenched by a flood
of Western Shows that have been long since dead.
I'll just begin with a few you may remember
Like Marshall Dillon - later Gun Smoke as it came on one September.
But I remember The Cisco Kid
and how Poncho always did what he did
we can't forget the masked stranger
who of course turned out to be The Lone Ranger
Then there was Wyatt Earp, Cimmaron Strip, and Rawhide too,
The Guns of Will Sonnet and a Wagon Train rumbling through.
Will anyone ever forget Paladin in Have Gun - Will Travel
or Trackdown or Wanted Dead or Alive with Josh Randall?
Can we ever forget The Big Valley,
or the Ponderosa's size when Bonanza came on the tele.
There were Tales of Texas Rangers and even an F Troop,
Let's not forget Rin Tin Tin and how down on the bad guys he'd swoop.
I still can see Lash Larue and Hopalong Cassidy with his black hat
There were Three Mesquiters to watch when I sometimes sat.
Do you remember Yancy Derringer and his friend Pahoo
or Johnny Yuma, The Rebel who never yelled "Yahoo"!
Maverick, Sugarfoot, and Cheyenne were favorites of mine
There are too many more here for me to rhyme.
Many a big star began on that little screen
If it hadn't been for the Westerns...What would they have been?
It can be fun thinking about some of those shows
Because they are a part of TV nostalgia as everyone knows.
They have come and gone like the heroes they'd portray
I remember the Westerns...and their horse's neigh.
Hey there fella, buy a fella a...(Uhh)...a drink?
I got me somethin' to say...Oh...thank you Pardner...you saved my life!
(AAH!)...(burp!)
You might not believe it...but I used to be...(Yawn!)...FAMOUS!
I helped clean up Tombstone with Wyatt (BURP!)...Scuse me!...EARP!
Once I swapped lead with Wild Bill (HICCUP!)... Bill (HICCUP!)...Wild Bill (HICCUP!)...HICKOCK!!!
I sang for the James Gang like a jailbird sings for...(Uhh!)...Smoke!
Hell, I even...dallied Cala...mity...(YAWN!)...jane...
I road her like Sea (zzzzz!)...like sea (zzzzz!)...bis...quit!
That's right...fella...I done...it all...and I...could tell...you...a...thing...or...(ZZZZZ!)
The Darkness at Noon
Tombstone never looked so good
With doomsday coming down
On the dusty Arizona town
The OK Corral near by
The Clanton-McLaury gang on hand
With no one else about
The Earp boys in the wings
Thinking things out
Doc Holliday also in tow for the show
The darkness at noon began
Guns rang out
30 seconds flew by and 30 shots fired
2 cowpokes fell to the ground expired
Justice prevailed that afternoon
Though darkness shadowed the mood
A legend began that cold dark day
When noon turned into night
In old Tombstone
(Darkness at noon contest en
An old black and white movie
took me back to my childhood
when cowboys rode the range
Major Adams and Flint McCullough leading the Wagon Train,
and Hopalong's ten-gallon white hat
rode the brim of John Wayne's stagecoach in back;
with Roy and Dale saving every day
as Tonto and the Lone Ranger hi-ho silvered away;
Gil Favor and Rowdy Yates blazed the Rawhide trails
as Ben, Adam, Hoss, and Joe laid the Ponderosa tails;
The Mavericks never bet against The Rifleman and Gunsmoke truths
while Wyatt Earp, Matt Dillon, and Bat Masterson made the law fool-proof,
the Rebel and The Restless Gun kept horses ever on the run
and Cheyenne, Davy Crocket, and Daniel Boone
fought both Indians and Trappers without showdowns at noon
those western stars of early radio and television shows after school.
These were the stories of so many heroes, villains and more jewels
the cowboys and cowgirls, and their horses too
revived the west for the fifties youth,
a blast from the past
of the fading western stars.
In the small town up the road from the farm where I grew up,
the library was in the town hall,
which was also the fire station,
which was also the jail house,
and later the Plumber’s place.
It was a friendly place.
The Boy Scouts met there.
They had all the Hardy Boys books.
And a hardy lot of boys, but no nooks.
Just one room with a table in the middle.
One year the oldest bible school class
convened there when the church was full.
Wyatt Earp, son of the Preacher, and a direct descendant,
contracted Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever at scout camp.
I met him there.
There was a cupola which held the fire siren,
which was also the noon whistle in town.
Old Bill Westphal lived in the basement jail cell.
We saw him through the casement window, while at the scout meeting,
doing things that violated the scout oath.
But his scouting days had long since passed.
In the summer, while I’m at the big church,
where my sons go to scouts…
many miles and years from there,
I think of it.
And just tonight, while I’m at the poetry session
with my daughters at the big city library…
it comes back to me.
I’d like to go back to it.
I’d take my family.
That’d be a Father’s Day!
He starred in 'Move Over Darling', 'Grand Prix' and other flicks.
He was James Garner and sadly, he died at the age of eighty-six.
He starred as Wyatt Earp in 'Hour Of The Gun'.
Six years later he starred in 'One Little Indian'.
He starred in a cameo in 'Alias Jesse James'.
Many years later he starred in 'Skin Game'.
In 1960, he starred with Natalie Wood in 'Cash McCall'.
Three years later he starred as Doctor Boyer in 'The Thrill Of It All'.
He worked with Clint Eastwood, Paul Newman and Dennis Weaver and that was
cool.
This talented man also starred in television shows, one of which was '8 Simple
Rules'.
He had charm that his fans couldn't resist.
Now Garner is dead and he will be missed.
[Dedicated to James Garner (1928-2014) ho died on July 19, 2014.]