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Welcome To The Bullpen
Uncle Earle
By Dixie Elder
Found him leanin' against a fence post
head tilted back, like he was star gazin'
died with his boots on---took his deputy
3 days to find him, must've taken
a wrong turn in that beat up pickup
& decided to walk th' fence line
like any good cowboy would, toward
some safe homestead
We figured maybe he ran off
to Mexico with that cute gal
from th' saloon where he danced
& drank every Saturday night 'til close
handin' out silver dollar tips
folks there called him Earle
instead of Sheriff
He never spoke of catchin' Starkweather
but everybody knew it was him
& not the FBI, city braggarts!
folks keep cards close here in Wyoming
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REVIEW 1
Dixie Elder's poetry is fresh, different, always inviting. I can just picture Uncle Earle as one of the cowboys in "City Slickers."
Bill
Review 2
Excellent
Bob |
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