Tales of Old - "Spilling the Beans"

Wild West, Granny was a desperado in tales of old...

Granny was a snoop who "spilled the beans:"

Faces hidden, Granny, a desperado, big heist of gold

Joined an outlaw gang, says the tales of old

Shots from both sides ricochet, shouts rang

Panic ensued, "Get to the baggage car," splitting up the gang

Throwing a loop, jumping on the car, Virginia City bound.

Click, clack, the iron wheels of the train sound

No control, horse crowds his neighbor " a fiasco

Pinkerton men on board, just in from El Paso

Return fire, the pride of the rails without a scratch

Bodies fall; dressed in black, they met their match

Telegram " "Come to Dry Gulch in your travels."

With dour face, Hanging Judge bangs the gavel

Playback of crime, eye witnesses conferred

Twelfth man, jury of peers, guilty verdict for all but one, heard

Now, her tale is told, Granny drops seeds of cress for salad greens

Remembering the day she "spilled the beans…."

Author's Note

The poem requires that the ten words underlined are featured in poem...

Reviews

[Gandré]

I felt like reading a really American wild west story, it evolves with ease, nice rhythm, it's funny, a feel good poem, thank you. Good job on using these underlines words, I couldn't write from scratch. I kinda need to experience the words.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Awesome story telling, Diane...the selected words creating a perfect fit!

[Diane Lockard]

Thank you, I had a fun time writing it and am glad you enjoyed reading the poem.
This site is an excellent opportunity to exchange writings and ideas. I appreciate you stopping by and look forward to talking to you again.
Diane....