The Kid

 

HE WAS TERROR IN THE SADDLE

AS HE RODE HERE IN THE WEST,

HE NEVER LOOKED BEHIND HIM

AT THE DUST CLOUD HE HAD LEFT.

 

HIS SIX-GUNS ALWAYS READY

STRAPPED SECURELY TO HIS HIP,

ALWAYS LOOKING OUT FOR BAD GUYS

HE WATCHED FOR THEM TO MAKE A SLIP.

 

HE'D HEARD THEY'D ROBBED A BANK OR TWO

THOUGH NO ONE WAS SHOT OR HURT,

IF CAUGHT THEY SWING FROM SOME TALL TREE

THEN THEY'D PLANT THEM IN THE DIRT.

 

HE NEVER TRAVELED FAR FROM HOME

HE WAS  ALWAYS THERE AT SUPPER TIME,

THE CHOW HE ATE WAS ALWAYS FREE

BECAUSE HE DID'NT HAVE A DIME..

 

HE WAS ALWAYS HOME BEFORE NIGHTS DARK

JUST AS HE HAD BEEN TOLD,

YOU SEE THIS TERROR OF THE WEST

WAS ONLY SIX YEARS OLD.

 

 

Author's Note

Not a master piece but it's mine

Reviews

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Caught my attention, I liked it!!! Surprise at the end was cool. I need to read more of your work