Lucas Frontier Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Lucas Frontier



Lucas Frontier is on his way
Riding his mighty horse too fast some say.
But there was no time to ride too slow.
The aliens had landed capturing folks we know.

Billy Frontier had gone on up ahead.
When Lucas arrived his friend Billy was dead.
A gunfight with an alien had not gone so well.
On the ground he spied six empty bullet shells.

Boot Hill held the crosses of the grave yard there.
Lucas looked around as the streets were bare.
Suddenly he heard noises inside the town saloon.
Lucas waited and hid till they were drunk that noon.

Aliens drinking beer simply did not know,
That flying ships and shooting was a big no no.
The aliens left the bar and got back in their ship.
Lucas fired quickly with the guns on his hip.

The spaceship exploded in a fiery ball.
Lucas was only six but he stood quite tall.
He got back on his horse and took it for a drink.
Then told his pony "boy those aliens sure stink."

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