Thank you Tazzy..glad you liked it even though you don't like westerns much.

And Marc..I know you and Wench were just joking around...I've had all kinds of criticism and I take it well. It goes with the profession of being a writer. You take the good with the bad.

Thank you Jason, I appreciate that more than you know. I am not here to compete with anyone or make spaghetti..lol. Marc is a good writer of his type of western and I just gave it a try for myself while I had the idea and flow going. Once again Jason, thanks.

Awww you went and posted it. I feel honored Pam. And thank you for being the friend you are my dear. Always keep that strength and freedom the eagle has given you. There are signs that you are being watched. Always in my heart and prayers.

Thank you all for your wonderful comments...And Dee, my love and prayers will always be with you.

Thanks KC...glad you liked it as well.

Thank Mickey...one of my favorite western actors.

((((((Dee)))))) Big hugs and lots of Your words will guide you through and your heart will always be strong. I am here for you as I am sure the rest of the gang are.

Such wonderful words from a beautiful soul.

Thank you Pam, glad you liked it.

Thank you mystique...glad you thought so.

Nope dadburn it....glad you like it.

thank you Pam, glad you liked it too.

Uhhhh let me guess...YOU...lol. Thanks Susan.

Thanks to all you wonderful ladies for the nice comments. I appreciate it.

Live in the city, but prefer the peace and quiet of the country. Just my imagination working overtime and glad you were impressed.

As beautiful as you are, you will find that special someone. Keep smilin', keep prayin', keep your chin up high and you will be happy...always.

Taylor McDade

In the old west, where gunslingers roam
There was a quiet man named Taylor McDade,
He held the legend, of being the quickest
With a special gun, he had made.
The silver gun barrel, had about forty nine knicks,
Each, for the men he had killed,
He kills only for self protection, to save his own life
Not doing it for the thrill.

He had a squint in his eye, nary a smile
With a half burnt cheroot in his mouth,
His hat dipped below his brow, to shade his eyes
Coming up from the south.
Riding his chestnut steed, entering Abilene
He wasn't looking for trouble or scoff,
He turned his steed toward the saloon, for a drink
As his steed drank from the trough.

Before he dismounted, chewing on his cheroot
He stared a squinting gleam at two men,
They palmed their guns, that were at their sides
He said, "Don't, you won't win."
"You see this gun here, special made for me,"
As it glistened in the sun,
"I'm the quickest around the west, legend says,
From the fights I've won."

They slowly took their hands off of their pistols
Backed away as he dismounted,
"You see the knicks on the barrel," As he showed the gun
"It's where I have counted."
"There's forty nine knicks, for the men I've killed
Under the noonday sun,
Gentlemen, if you treasure your lives
Please don't make it fifty one."

With that warning and a nod of his hat
He went into the saloon for his drink,
As he walked in, people stared at him
As they listened to his spurs clink.
He stepped up to the bar, ordered a whiskey
"No trouble barkeep, just wettin' my whistle."
As he took the shot glass and leaned back to swallow
"Been riding the desert, among the thistle."

As he sat his glass down on the bar
The doors swung open a childs voice saying,
"Mister, there's two men out front who want you,"
As he heard his horse neighing.
"One more barkeep, this one's going to be for the dusty trail."
As he takes the shot glass, swallowing the whisky
As he does without fail.

He turns casually and walks slowly to the doors
Not in a big hurry for the thrill,
For he has a feeling, that on this day
He knows he has to kill.
He never turns down from a challenge
And nobody messes with his steed,
It's time to meet these two men
And satisfy their greed.

He stands on the wooden sidewalk
Looking up into the noon day sun,
"Well boys, you've done gone and done it,
It looks like it's going to be fifty one."
With a deep meaningful voice, he said
"Now let go of my horse."
The two men backed away, to the middle of the street,
And then it happened, of course.

As he stepped down off the sidewalk and petted his steed
He got in the middle of the street,
The two men got itchy fingers, tried for their guns
And the job was complete.
Only one gun rang out, as the two tried to draw
Only one man stood under the noon day sun,
As he blew the smoke from his barrel, he walked towards his steed
He drew his knife from his saddlebags
And knicked in fifty one.

He holstered his gun, mounted his steed
And cantered out of town,
The townsfolk were amazed, as they looked
At the two men lying down.
He headed north, out of town
Disgusted, that he had just laid,
Two men, face down in the dirt
To face the legend
Of Taylor McDade.

Under The Willows' Tears

I dream of an angel
She sits alone, with her thoughts,
She has an aura about her
Even when she's in wrought.
She looks to the sunset
Where she sees beyond the horizon,
Her many memories are absorbed
And then some.

The tears of the willow
Have many emotions that fall,
Some with joy and laughter
Some that make her squall.
She takes her gentle thoughts
And hands them over to God,
To give her joy in her serenity
With a simple little nod.

She holds on her shoulders
The memories of her children,
The many that she has now
The ones she held back when.
She holds the love in her heart
For he stands strong by her side,
He is her foundation of strength
With love they will abide.

Comfort In Your Heart

When you hear those beautiful words
That you so love to hear,
Just three simple little words
That take away all your fear.
When those words are spoken
A calmness will impart,
When my arms are wrapped around you
There is comfort in your heart.

When you hear the sound of my voice
It brings a serenity to your soul,
You feel safe in my rapture
When those three words are told.
It's as simple as one four three
I've felt it from the start,
You know when I tell you
It brings comfort in your heart.

When I trace my fingers down your arms
And I peer into your eyes,
No other love in the world
Could ever be more concise.
When I lean in for that deep kiss
With your lips spread apart,
We are taken into worlds
With comfort in your heart.

My dear Pam...it so good to see the positivity that came from this. I see the strength and admiration in you. You are a beautiful who deserves better and that better will come your way one day. I feel it. Email me and I will tell you about your eagle.

That was a meaningful quote my friend. I just wish my palette had color instead of black and white. Once my future looks bright, then the color will come into effect. Thanks for the thought.

WOW, talk about my poetry. You are great my dear friend. I can't wait to see more.

WOW, welcome back. It's been a while since I saw your beautiful words. Glad to see you back.