Open Poetry #30 |
High Noon |
Ravenwolfvoyager Member
since 2003-12-25
Posts 326 |
Wearing their gunbelts way down low He fears the man may be too old; Looking towards the high plains the young one hears laughter, He turns towards the old man and his whole life shatters Drawing for his gun, the old one stumbles The young one draws first, but both men tumble. In the end both men sleep Father and son lay 6 feet deep. [This message has been edited by Ravenwolfvoyager (12-27-2003 10:47 PM).] |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Nice touch. Dave |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Oh my, Ravenwolf.....I could almost see them drawing their guns like in an old Westerns... then there was the twist at the end. Good writing. Hugs, Ethel |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
So often in life, this is the case... Coming of age, coming into your own, the father and the son struggle... Dad will never be too old, and youth will always hesitate to strike the most adored of male mentors. Well placed in the scene...TD |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
reminds me of my father and brother |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Great job! Eric |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Fabulous imagery and great writing here Ravenwolf. Take care......Sue I am in motion |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
....i see the tumbleweeds...(throwing back the poncho)....dug this up to get to know ya... i like the concept, though the ending is TREMENDOUSLY sad.... nice to meet you Someday I'll fly, Someday I'll soar, |
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