Six-Gun Poets Poem by Eric Cockrell
Six-Gun Poets
old washed up six-gun poets,
legs bent from riding horses,
backs bent from laying track.
faces lined with wrinkles bearing chapters,
calloused hands and worn out feet...
whose revolution was it anyway?
at night we prayed for the trees
that we'd cut that day...
spoke words of gratitude
for the deer that fed us.
sitting round small fires,
we sang songs of tribute....
while the moths gathered,
and wolves stood at the clearing's edge.
we laid with women on beds of moss.
and wrote scriptures only the night would know.
never dreaming that time could or would betray...
or that the dawn would ever find us.
there are wars and then there are visions.
a time when boys lay down guns and become men.
a time when walls crumble, and souls are revealed.
a time when all men know they're equal!
when the cost of freedom is paid with life,
when the cost of life is paid with love.
when the cost of love is all and nothing less...
when the price is paid by the willing.
when men see beyond violence to something more.
when women bear children both fed and loved.
when there are no strangers, no enemies...
when god is as real as human need!
when understanding lights the final fire....
old washed up six-gun poets/
Your poetry has always been great, with a depth seldom matched; but with this one -in my small opinion- you've gone deeper than the soul of the Grand Canyon. The rough trails, and broken horses, and wanton whispers and desperate desires of life come capriciously upon us at a cost few could correctly consider... ah, but you my amigo, have looked over the edge, seen, and here shared the vision with us, in an amazing way of words that some may not understand, but that are still none the less brilliant. I love this poem, for what it speaks to my spirit. Thank you. Ten-plus. One only wishes Duane Allman were still around to properly make a song of it!
A fantastic poem, like it. We see things more clear as we age.
Felt so much small after reading this .... you have amazing talent
I do beleive you have a very special gift. Great art and much appreciated
Am so sorry I could not understand what you meant by the six-gun poets Could you please lighten my ignorace? . I really loved the message of this poem: when men see beyond violence to something more. when women bear children both fed and loved. when there are no strangers, no enemies... when god is as real as human need Oh dear friend when is now, here on Earth, we have them all (not sure about god) we only need to be aware that we are no superior to each other but neither to any species of this world. When we all would learn to love and respect life itself, the artists will have nothing to rebell against. Fot the wonderful poem shared, thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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a thought provoking poem! Eric.. so much of truth!