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The Olde West He rides through the night o'er the plain he takes flight from the long arm of the law. You see he & his wife grew tired of the strife working land that was barren & raw. On a cold fateful day he was once heard to say, "i've grown weary of pushin' a plow" So he strapped on a gun & with the next setting sun turned away from the land with this vow: That he'd blaze a new path with a gun & his wrath place his name on everyone's breath So he rides in a hurry as his rage & his fury leads a trail to his violent death. You might just be surprised if you but realized that this chap with the infamous name was once no one other than Frank's deadly brother the notorious Jesse James. |
Additional Notes:
I would like an opinion on something please...
I added two verses to this poem & some people thought the
poem better by omitting them..THEIR rationale was that the
existing final verse ends the poem with a "punch", as it
divulges at the very end that this poor dirt farmer was none
other than the infamous Jesse James!!
However..i add the extra verses below & would be interested if
you people here agree with others that its better by its omission.
Now old Jesse is dead
but i've heard that he said
that he thrived from his life on the run
So we shouldn't regret
the fate he fin'lly met..
a quick death at the hands of a gun.
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