Alc Harris

Rookie (England)

Duel - Poem by Alc Harris

Like cowboys we stood
Hands on our hips
Holsters at the ready
Blood on stretched, dry lips
Eye to eye
Looked you up... then down
Surveyed your form
With a thoughtful frown
Then loaded my gun
With words of pure lead
Intending to deliver them
Straight to your head
But I fumbled and lost
Grip and aim
As you spun your weapon
In a well worked game


Comments about Duel by Alc Harris

  • (9/5/2005 12:22:00 PM)


    AMANDA, THIS IS THE BEST SO FARE....YOU CAN SEE THE PICTURES IN
    YOUR WORDS.....
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  • (9/4/2005 12:35:00 PM)


    Love the lead to the head bit. I truly does stumble, fumble in the last few lines. Intentional? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 3, 2005



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