Drifter. Bad memories in this second visit. Town in trouble.

 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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