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The Sandy Creek Gunfight

Contributed by twinkletoes on Wednesday, 5th May 2004 @ 09:27:06 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



The bar room was full of smoke
light pried its feeble way in.
Whiskey and words were spilled
plus a few glasses of gin.

Dangerous Dan (the local) sat at a table
within reach of his pearl handled gun.
Johnson of the plains walked in
and the joust had just begun.

They eyed each other expectantly
like all gun fighters would.
Johnson of the plains dipped his hat
like any gentleman should.

Their issue was an old one
as out of castles and of the knights.
Their affection was for a fair damsel
her name - Sherry Delights.

For weeks there was talk about town
both barber, and grocer agreed.
That the only way it would be settled
would be a bullet, a heart so to bleed.

The bar room emptied quickly
for no man wanted a piece of lead.
The barman scuttled his brewery
for barmen are quick or they're dead.

While the gunmen plied their trade
the town's folk hovered outside.
Not one of them game to go near
this method was true and was tried.

Johnson of the plains was a ruffian
so these local towns folk told.
Dan had fired a shot or two
each one had missed Johnson cold.

Johnson grabbed a spare bottle
drank down that hot fiery rum.
Dan just kicked back his heals
there was no way that he would run.

Dan stood and he called to Johnson
who was now ready to move in a flash.
Slowly they walked toward the other
both eager to win this clash.

Electricity was there in between them
eye ball to eye ball they stood.
Neither not going to draw
not until the other one would.

Dan went for the grab-going early
Johnson replied like a shot.
As they scribbled down their first lines
neither one knew if they'd hit the right spot.

Johnson wrote of wheat fields
Dan of love and despair.
Then reading each other's examples
they gave each other an admiring glare.

All night the duel carried on
with prose, meter and rhyme.
Ripping each other to no good
as they wrote true, line after line.

Dan still wrote of love
Johnson only how he knew.
Each to his own they did scribble
each to himself they were true.

They stood there all night in that bar room
writing for all they were worth.
Neither one giving an inch
for both were salt of the earth.

What of Sherry Delights
was she eager to see who fell?
Well this poet won't tell that part
for he doesn't know and he can't tell.

The local folk soon lost interest
for today's news is tomorrow's cage floor.
But both gunfighters walked out side
together they walked out that door.

For there is a moral in this story
as if you didn't already know.
How each opponent should be true to himself
and the victory should never be known.

Oh, the gossips and taletellers were shirty
they should know the outcome of these duels.
The gunmen knowing full well
that to tell would break all the rules.

So if you go to the town of Sandy Creek
out beyond the Rockies high.
You'll see the grave of Dan and Johnson
each died with a gasp and a sigh.

Each gunned for the love of that maiden
each one with words so true
each one tried for her heart
one of them lived feeling blue.

What of the fair Sherry Delights?
what became of that womanly elf.
Well, she had stayed true to her word
she had stayed true to herself.

So was it Dan or Johnson who lived feeling blue
with no fault they both were true.
This poet will tell you the ending
he will tell the ending to you.

Each gunfighter respected each other
to each they were never a cur.
Sherry Delights her reputation not tarnished
they left the rest of the story to her.

~:~The End~:~




Copyright © twinkletoes ... [ 2004-05-05 21:27:06]
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Re: The Sandy Creek Gunfight (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Wednesday, 5th May 2004 @ 09:52:55 PM AEST
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An enjoyable read, tt... Nice twist...
Jenni


Re: The Sandy Creek Gunfight (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 5th May 2004 @ 10:07:35 PM AEST
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Re: The Sandy Creek Gunfight (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 5th May 2004 @ 10:08:13 PM AEST
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Twinks, I thoroughly enjoyed this tale. What a novel idea, poetic gunmen. I love it!! Your story is delightful. Think I will read this to my grandsons, they love the old west type tale.

Rita


Re: The Sandy Creek Gunfight (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Thursday, 6th May 2004 @ 12:03:41 AM AEST
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Good twist..enjoyed it , very nice..venkat


Re: The Sandy Creek Gunfight (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 10:19:43 PM AEST
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interesting to say the least, leaves me wanting to read her story now:) *pretty please* hugs n' love nessa


Re: The Sandy Creek Gunfight (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Tuesday, 11th May 2004 @ 05:40:58 AM AEST
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This has to be one of the best poems I've ever read ... what a novel idea with the old West mingling with poets fighting it out to the death ... loved the tale ... excellent write twinks ... love Jan


Re: The Sandy Creek Gunfight (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 11th May 2004 @ 04:04:05 PM AEST
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What an excellent tale!

wildejohnny.


Re: The Sandy Creek Gunfight (User Rating: 1 )
by PumpkinPie on Tuesday, 11th May 2004 @ 07:08:35 PM AEST
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Wow what an incerdible write! I'm left speachless,this was one of the best poetry I have read out there.Wow,this was a story that sure kept me wanting more and written in an astonishing way.Wow....
PumpkinPie


Re: The Sandy Creek Gunfight (User Rating: 1 )
by freckle on Monday, 20th February 2006 @ 07:27:08 PM AEST
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Really delightful! You are very talented in the way you use your imagery and words....I am so glad that you share your creations here with us!

Carol




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