Cowboys & Indians Poem of the Week
Author's Note: That's Ennis talking! Like the last line, almost demanded in a growl!
Poem Of The Week: June 18, 2013
Submitted by Bonnie Boss
Jun 18, 2013 - 08:18 AM
Wrongly Accused
Don't shoot him!
A voice cried out from just beyond the barn.
I'll take him!
Don't make him pay, he didn't mean no harm.
I've watched that black beauty grow up,
watched his tail grow long.
He's like next of kin!
I can't begin to tell you how terribly wrong
T’would be to put a bullet
in that old boy’s proud old head.
How can you think it best to take his life,
leave him for dead?
He only took a swat at some big old black fly,
when that wanna-be-never-gonna-be
cowboy kid walked by
and threw a fit, swore he was kicked.
‘Twas all coincidence!
Old Black ain't bucked or kicked or bit no one before.
Plain fools sense!
Don't blame Black! Twernt his fault!
Don't take some stranger's case!
To know the truth
I'm beggin' you,
look into his face.
Those soulful eyes of moose-hide brown,
those big ears that warn of every sound.
It’s your turn not to let him down.
Now, put down the gun, hand me the rope, and slowly back away.
Poem Of The Week: June 18, 2013
Submitted by Bonnie Boss
Jun 18, 2013 - 08:18 AM
Wrongly Accused
Don't shoot him!
A voice cried out from just beyond the barn.
I'll take him!
Don't make him pay, he didn't mean no harm.
I've watched that black beauty grow up,
watched his tail grow long.
He's like next of kin!
I can't begin to tell you how terribly wrong
T’would be to put a bullet
in that old boy’s proud old head.
How can you think it best to take his life,
leave him for dead?
He only took a swat at some big old black fly,
when that wanna-be-never-gonna-be
cowboy kid walked by
and threw a fit, swore he was kicked.
‘Twas all coincidence!
Old Black ain't bucked or kicked or bit no one before.
Plain fools sense!
Don't blame Black! Twernt his fault!
Don't take some stranger's case!
To know the truth
I'm beggin' you,
look into his face.
Those soulful eyes of moose-hide brown,
those big ears that warn of every sound.
It’s your turn not to let him down.
Now, put down the gun, hand me the rope, and slowly back away.