Juan Olivarez

Freshman - 823 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Dillon - Poem by Juan Olivarez

He carried a six gun, upon his hip,
A badge pinned to his shirt.
Big and rangy, never took no lip,
If you mouthed off, you'd swallow dirt.

He rode his old buckskin so many years,
He tamed the streets of Dodge.
With Doc and Chester, he calmed the fears,
Of those under his watch.

Then there was Kitty who cried each time,
He was shot up again.
Hers was a love more than sublime,
Far more than happiness, it gave her pain.

But old Dillon had just one love,
And Kitty just got old.
Though he loved her dear, his sweet soiled dove,
She stayed out in the cold.

Dillon was a lawman to the bitter end,
One of the few left in the world.
Because to the law he had to tend,
He never got the girl.

R.I.P. James Arness. Americas Marshall.

3/1/12 Alton Texas

Comments about Dillon by Juan Olivarez

  • Rookie - 63 Points Eric Cockrell (3/6/2012 11:11:00 AM)

    an image forever etched in my memory! good poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,941 Points Smoky Hoss (3/4/2012 7:48:00 PM)

    Very nice tribute to one of our old hero's Juan; good write. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,221 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (3/4/2012 9:29:00 AM)

    How sad. A very good narrative that's written as simply as real life - with all honesty too. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points Martin O'Neill (2/29/2012 1:25:00 PM)

    A sad tale that is repeated in more ways than one to this day. Salesmen, managers, engineers wedded to their work and missing out. I see them often. Sad.
    typo L1 V3 - There / thee (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 29, 2012

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