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-
