Drifter with an Attitude
They gave him
A fine saddle
Boots and fancy belt.
No charge, said the Sheriff.
This Drifter had the run of the Town.
Whatever his desire.
Town nestled by
A clear blue Lake.
Water just like gold
In these parts.
But harassed by bandits
Already robbed the coffers.
Of their mining company.
Would do it again.
Unless Drifter intervened
Organized some resistance
With guts, strategy
And guns.
Appointed Town Dwarf
As new sheriff.
Good as any.
Might they drop their cowardice?
Aim straight and true.
What could the Drifter do.
Once before they
Had bull-whipped Drifter.
Townsfolk offered no help.
He had a long memory.
Women watched him
With hope and desire.
Sheriff’s job done right.
Day or night.
(*poem is based on my favourite Western,
High Plains Drifter with Clint Eastwood.)
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