Trail of Western Memories

A Trail of Memories:
Dark Canyon, Silver Canyon
Haunted Mesa,
which lie Beyond the Great Snow Mountains
and Where the Long Grass Blows
Down the Long Hills
to The Empty Land
Passin’ Through them a
Frontier Under the Sweetwater Rim
where Rivers West May There Be A Road
which is Westward the Tide
under the Valley of the Sun
you can Ride the River
and take the Long Ride Home
on How the West Was Won
in great adventures
from an author who has
written great western novels
through the years.

Here is another one of my favorite authors Louis L’amour who has written tons of western novels. I have read almost all of them when I was growing up. The titles are in italics.

Cowboy Coming Home

From the west he came a ridding,
Riding on big bay horse, he came
A ridding with the sun rising high.
He came into town a ridding
Down the dirt street of the town,
He came a trotting into the town.
He came because he had to;
A girl he left behind
He was a cowboy who was gone to long.

He rode pass the wooden building
To the other side of town
To a small little house near the brook.
Stop he did at the little house
Jumped right off the horse
Bounded to the door in one stride.
Hat he off he knocks at the door
Answered by a women’s voice
Door opens wide to the cowboy.

“You’ll alive and your home!”
She said throwing her arms
Around his neck, he holds her tight.
Then she stops, steps back a pauses
Said, “You shouldn’t have back here;
Town has changed since you left.
“What has happen,” he frowns
Sensing that the town was right
As he trotted his horse through.
“Gang of men, dangerous men,
Moved in a few months ago,”
A sad look a upon her face.

Took over the town they did,
Ran the sheriff straight out
Of town, townsfolk are not about.
What do, no one will stand up,
No one to fight back
Sometime must be done he knows.
He turns to leave to start his plan
She stops him ginger and beg him
To stop, don’t do this we’ll run away.
He says, “This is my town too,
Grew up and what to pass on here,
Must do something will not let it go.”
jump on his horse, away he goes
Back the way he came, Back to
The town he rode through he goes.

Before sundown he rides through town,
To the saloon he knows his answer he will get
One way or another he will make the town alright.
Reins in, off the horse, to saloon he walks in
Bellies up to the bar, bartender comes,
Cowboy orders a drink, eyes around cautiously.
“Where can I find the gent, who took over this town”
He sips his drink; eyes the bartender
“Over there in the corner”, comes reply.

Finish drink; to the corner he goes
To confront the foe he know must go,
To make the town alright again.
“I’ve heard what happen here,
You must take your men and go;
If you don’t I think you know.”
“No, I don’t”, he said with a sneer
“This my town do you hear,
Go now and take care”
“I am calling you out,
I will meet you in the street,
We’ll see”, cowboy says determinedly.

Cowboy walks out to street
Patting his gun at his side;
This must be done with a sigh.
In the middle he is ready;
His adversary comes out in no time;
Leads two others; henchmen no doubt.
Positions are ready; down they look
Hard tense stares to one another;
Time has come; Who will win?

Seconds turn to minutes;
The townsfolk are safe within;
They watch, wait for who will win.
Fingers moves fast, guns out;
Deafening roar is hear from afar;
Dust settles the grounds of three dead.
Still standing cowboy holsters gun,
Cheers come out from townsfolk near,
Others sulk away to where we don’t know.
Leader of the gang is dead,
Town back to the folks; they ask their hero;
Be our sheriff; we need you here.

Decline the offer he knows he cannot;
Accept he will, protect the town;
From the crowd someone draws near.
His girl; love of his life,
“You are alive”, she kisses him,
“Yes, I did it all for you”, he says.
To the horse hand and hand;
He jumps up and takes her with him;
Back to the little house they go.
Off they trot into the sunset they go;
To their home they ride on;
Knowing town safe from harm.

April 12 prompt. Write a narrative poem.