Lawman
six gun
by your side
badge on chest
horse to ride
You scour the badlands
far and wide
for those who kill
and steal
No place to run
no place to hide
you’ll find them no matter
where they ride
Thru ‘injun country
you thread real low
make sign of peace
where ‘eer you go
you speak their talk
you make their sign
to survive this land
you respect their kind
You carry Colt
Winchester long
and when you aim
death sings his song
for your eye is steady
your hand is quick
few have your speed
to make it stick
And when they tire
you still move in
you never stop
‘til they give in
and if they don’t
they’ll be dead by dawn
slung over their horse
to hell
passed on
So tell me lawman
star on chest
of all your kind
who was the best?
jon gutmacher
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lawman-in-the-old-west/
