Richard Netherland Cook
And No One Knew - Poem by Richard Netherland Cook
There were two men in a western town,
One was old and gray,
The other was a youthful lad,
Who had to have his way.
The old man knew of many things,
Many times he stood his ground,
And in his heart he knew quite well,
The years had slowed him down.
Eventhough these things he knew,
He could not dare back down,
So in the street he took his stand,
That day in a western town.
The youthful lad stood in the street,
His body was tall and lean,
His eyes were narrow, sharp as steel,
And his face was stern and mean.
His draw was fast, his aim was good,
His bullet found its mark,
But just as guick, the old man fired,
Into a youthful heart.
And in the street lay the youth,
Who had to have his way,
While down the street another died,
A man so old and gray.
So two men died and no one knows,
The fastest or who won,
The gunfight once in a western town,
Between a father and his son.
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