Open Poetry #30 |
Frank James, 1912 |
dingusjr Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 415Missouri |
He strides across the yard pointing out the house, selling pebbles from his brother's grave. for twenty five cents a pop. He was at Wilson's Creek, but found the fighting slow. Rode with Quantrill and Cole to Lawrence and back again. Liberty, Lexington, Richmond, Missouri towns with banks. Then thundering on horseback catching trains the hard way... taking watches and rings from the passengers. "We was drove to it", he says. Drove to kill the teller in Gallatin because he looked like someone else. Drove to kill again in Northfield in a rage over the gang's drunken failure. Finally tried to quit and did after Jesse died. Surrendered his guns to the Governor himself. He started races in St. Louis, sold shoes, took tickets at a burlesque show, tried to forget his training with a gun and a feed sack. Now he gives tours at the farm. And heads down to the creek for another pail of pebbles. [This message has been edited by dingusjr (12-04-2003 01:16 PM).] |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
well done |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Your words are so vivid I can see the stoop in his shoulders as another pail of pebbles is hefted... I like this! *S* |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome write! |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
I can see him, feel him! And I love that ending. So paltry, what it becomes after being so bold and larger-than-life.... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Larry...you paint a vivid portrait! |
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