Monday, February 25, 2013

He Swung Gently


He Swung Gently


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He swung gently in the breeze.
There was no sound 'cept
The creak of the rope around the limb.
A note was pinned to his trouser cuff,
It read simply,
"This man died for stealing a horse."

He was hung high
So the Coyotes wouldn't get him.
Off yonder a devil rose and danced
Circles in the dust,
Unconcerned for the man who died
For the want of a ride.



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