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by A Serviceable Villain

Sunday, March 29, 2009
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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'Each object blending
Into itsí surrounding . . .'

Enclosed coach racing

Four horses pulling

Passengers scared inside

War party chasing.


Dust kicking up

Bows and arrows

Shotgun throwing buck

Gravestones never emerged.


Time – the present

StageCoach Indian land

140 years later

Debt not settled.


Scene repeatedly played

Over and over

Indian souls taken

Desperately wanted back.


Not easily seen

By naked eyes

All ghostly figures

Been dead years.


Bad memories peeled

Layer after layer

All that’s left

Clothes and war-paint.


Each object blending

Into its’ surrounding

Will eventually fade

After souls released.


Scene one take

140 – no escape

Moments still creeping

Like rusted chains.


Indians beliefs undying

Shatters the silence

Loved ones mourning

Plain’s stay darkened.


Each second lingers

Infinite and eternal

Emotions hard chiseled

Will live on . . . ?



Ó2009 R. Lance Sheridan




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Reviewed by John Flanagan 3/30/2009
This took me back to much earlier days watching Westerners in the cinema, but you go far beyond that and take me to the plight of those who suffer throughout history at the conquering hands of others. Well done!
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) 3/30/2009
Oh my ,very well done indeed sweet man..sure have missed your writing..please stay safe and well...Hugsss
Reviewed by J'nia Fowler 3/30/2009
It that a Remington? Love the line, emotions hard chiseled, especially. And all that's left is the echo of hoof beats. Hugs, J'nia
Reviewed by Linda Hill 3/30/2009
You have talent, my friend. With each verse I could almost 'see' the picture you painted with your words.

Blessings and love,
Reviewed by Christine Alwin 3/30/2009
Great job on this poem Lance,, the painting goes perfect with the visions of your words.
Reviewed by Linda Settles 3/30/2009
Wonderful poem. Very exciting Robert.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva 3/30/2009
Very nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 3/30/2009
Effective poem, Lance; very well penned! BRAVO!

(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~

As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 3/29/2009
Time cannot erase what actually took place, Lance. You have recreated the events effectively via your verses. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Regina Pounds 3/29/2009
Despite and because of Hollywood's Schmalz...emotions and dark shadows will live on...but not forever, Lance. This country is still so we hear the cries of sorrow uttered from all those people and nations who have been vanquished over the centuries? No. Only literature reminds us of their plight..history lessons if we're lucky.

Great poem, though, good question and a fine picture to go with it.

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