Frontier Justice
He rode tall in the saddle, he was long and lean
His one vice was a love of travel and adventure
An amiable sort of fellow, not the least bit mean
For all life’s maladies he thought travel the cure
When in the saddle he may end up east or west
Often to be adventurous he traveled north or south
Destination wasn't important, he loved the travel the best
He was a happy go lucky guy, never down in the mouth.
His travel took him to a place previously unexplored
A place where everything he believed was tested
His protestations of innocence went entirely ignored
Before he knew what happened, he had been arrested.
Twelve of his peers were brought into court
Evidence was presented for everyone to see
Upon deliberation it was their duty to report
No verdict was reached, it was a hung journey.
©Tim D. Culey -2012-
