Back in the old West there was
Need for a hanging tree
For evil lurked across the land
And it was a form of equality
As cowboys drove their cattle
Across the farmer’s land
Sometimes crime was commented
And they had to take a stand
And that was the way it was
With an Indian called Big Jake
A crime was committed on his people
And justice he had to take
A hanging tree was used, you see
As was done across the land
And this was the way folks
Kept fairness close at hand
So that is the story, my friend
How they didn’t let criminals flee
Just like the way it was handled
With Big Jake’s hanging tree!
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I would like to translate this poem
Hi Marilyn. A great picture projected of Big Jakes Hanging Tree, for some reason my neck feels a bit sore. Well done Regards Dave T. **10**