The Movies Poem by Douglas McClarty

I remember excited Saturdays standing in a crowd
Waiting for the doors to open just to get a seat inside
To watch the Lone Ranger and Tonto ride across the screen
And listen to hi ho silver as we ate our cold ice cream.

The hazy smoke made us choke as we sat in the cheapest stalls
The torch light shone in our watering eyes if we made the slightest noise
Someone let penny bangers off when a baddy shot his gun
The smell of gunpowder filled the air adding to the fun.

When the doors flung open after the show we galloped unto the street
Our cap guns banging as we all shouted! Hi Ho Silver Away.
Our destination was a reservation which sat on the top of a hill
We would cross the bridge below the ridge and all meet at Hillmans way.

We would pass killowen where the Indians lived just above the old pates lane
We held our cap guns aiming high in case Geronimo had set a trap.uu
As the sun went down we crossed open ground before day turned to night
At Somerset ridge we looked at the aul bridge glowing in the fading light.

My friend Billy and I and our trusty steeds had survived another cowboys day
It was time to take off our saddles an things, leave trigger to eat some hay
Just then I heard the big chief calling from our fort in drumard drive
It's late, getting dark time for bed, so get yourself back inside.