Adventure Ranch Poems

III.
There must be a hundred, silent and cruel,
a slow-moving wave as the night grew cool,
Rose had a shotgun, to blast out her hate,
yet Sol remained...

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II.
They were locked inside, surrounded by moans,
the pained cries of Hell enveloped the home,
the rancher too broken to even speak,
while Rose went and got Sol...

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I.
Sol stared down the empty trail before him,
looking to see what waited in the dim,
the Zander Ranch was the place from the note,
they’d written of...

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Don Heller owned an impressive spread,
Not that far from Lindholme town,
Below the tall peaks of Idaho,
Down the road from Ed McGowan.

Ed McGowan owned half the...

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Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of...

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Home at  the Ranch 
I once had a big ranch in Oregon; technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it....

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