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Thursday, October 1, 2015

A Moment on the Dark Side

He travelled Home with a bullet in his back,
He could barely see,
With his hat pulled down low,
His horse knew where to go.

The strong man in leather---a gun at his side,
He rode in the shadows ---better to hide.

Home was nearer now,
He would make it somehow.
                                                                                    

He could almost smell his ma’s cooking,
He hoped she would not come looking.

His blue-green eyes turned jade with pain,
He wished he could numb the signals to his brain.
The blood had ceased to flow,
With a bullet lodged in his back,
Still the pain and pressure was not lack.

A jaw full of chew,
He spit in the morning dew.

He avenged his Pa,
Yesterday, at the showdown,

He killed that murderous clown.
The murderous scum shot an old man for laughs,
His Pa went to town to sell one of his calves.

Who is laughing now you rotten Son of a Snake,
I watched you die---to never again wake.

I killed your men
They will never ride to murder---again.

The Sheriff---a wimp of a man,
With his slow attention span.

Never drew his gun,
Until, after the deed was done.

He heard riders from the north coming fast,
It was “Black Hawk” with his fellow
Comanche’s---at last.

They took the wounded cowboy off his horse,
Black Hawk cleaned the blood away with Whiskey
—of course.

The cowboy named Will was Black Hawk’s
half- brother,
They grew up together---they shared the
same mother.

His father a white man,
The cowboy was a breed,
But their love was unconditional---indeed.

Will’s two worlds spun as the bullet was cut out,
Biting on leather kept the screams--- back without
a doubt.

Next morning when the sun came up over
the plains,
They all rode towards home---once again.

To bury a good man in the cold Texas ground,
That was shot by a murderous clown.

Nothing is thicker than blood,
Not water---not Texas mud.

Their mother stood between Will and
Black Hawk,
To watch the Heavens as Will’s father
did his upward walk.

Drums echoed through the hills---as the
wolves and coyotes howled
The biggest wolf stood on a hill and towards
the Heavens he growled.

With heavy hearts they watched the sun go down,
Behind the hills as they stood on the cold Texas
ground.

Tomorrow would be another work day,
That was the hard Texas way.

In Texas hard times called for strong men,
Some went to war---never returned again.

It is not the linage or race of Texan born,
Their hearts in the land that is mourn.

No other born in any land,
Ever took the place of a Texas man.

Texas gave her best to secure her place,
No one ever shamed her face.

The proud and mighty Texas women fought by their side,
Their home was Texas---their “Big Star” pride.
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