Western Poetry posted June 2, 2015

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old west poem


by sweetwoodjax

I heard the shot
as I rode into town.
On the dusty street
a man was down.

The bullet had pierced
my dear father's heart.
I vowed vengeance
on the man called Black Bart.

Dressed in black
from head to toe,
He wrought such havoc
wherever he'd go.

Hate filled my heart
as I hunted him down.
I knew the saloon
was where he'd be found.

I walked inside
the bar that day
just a few steps
from where my father lay.

I swallowed hard
and called Bart by his name.
My voice was shaky,
much to my shame.

I gave him just
one second to draw.
Time stood still
before I saw him fall.

He gazed at me
with respect in his eyes.
Bested by a girl
with vengeance in her eyes.

Old West writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Create a poem of any kind about America's Old West.


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