"Here Lies Chester Robinson"

Seems as if yesterday,
I rode into town,
A few coins in my satch,
My horse Broken Crown,

Optimistic feelings,
That come with arrival,
Sometimes washed away,
By the means of survival,

Drained of all options,
And nowhere to turn,
I had to find something,
Some money to earn,

At the Turned Spoke saloon,

Sippin' scotch one day,
I overheard a man,
Mentioned robbing trains,

No second thoughts,
With my revolver and mask,
I robbed my first train,
And filled up my sash,

A victimless crime,
No hurting, no pain,
But when money comes easily,
Something changes the brain,

Before long it was daily,
Nothing was safe,
I became a wanted man,
Southwest Sentinels' front page,

Moving by moonlight,
I left this place fast,
My pockets could wait,
I had to bury this cash,

Up before sunrise,
Fear overtaken desire,
Up in the hills,
Awaken by a gun barrel lit by campfire,

"This is our man" the Marshall did say,
As they stood me up, I was flushed by relief,
"We knew we would find you",
"Now this town can have peace",

I said nothing,
My freedom was gone,
Death from the gallows,
Tomorrow at dawn,

Standing there as a man,
My eyes fixed on the crowd,
It all seemed so quiet,
As the rope I was bound,

With a sturdy quick pull,
I soon felt the wrath,
Its funny how we forget,
The force gravity has,

Slowly fading to black,
It all slipped away,
That money still hid,
Up in them hills to this day...

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wow man amazing poem, i like

wow man amazing poem, i like the story

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This poem is truly amazing. You have sparked my interest :)