The Pioneers… a poem

Cowboy and cowgirl

Finny Lake, dead-eyed gunslinger

Last, is he, an honest man.

Dogged his determination

Dedicated to defend his land.

Sally Gossom, wife of no one

Quick to shoot the other down.

Alone to guard her only virtue

Draws her wagon to the town.

Strangers know not what awaits them

When the whiskey in excess served.

Small town tender of the tavern

Silver whispers the most absurd.

Sleepy sheriff, discontented,

Never apt for pistol drawn.

Unaware the carnage outward

Once again to play the pawn.

Thirteen men, thirteen dead

When the smoke of guns had cleared.

Finny Lake and Sally Gossom

Found their love…The pioneers.

 

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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