The smoke fills the room,
As does the laughter and clinking of bottles,
The occasional sound of somebody spitting,
The sound of boots on the splintering hardwood.
The dusty breeze filling the entry way,
The wooden sign gently creaking on it's chains,
The whiny of a bored horse,
The men drink the night away.
When the sun rises,
Settling peacefully into the horizon,
The day begins a new.
The men sleepily gather the reins,
They grab their pistols,
Toss on a cowboy hat to cover their balding head,
And they set out on their way.
As the sun sets, saying good bye,
And as the moon rises, into the darkened skies,
You can hear the laughter and clinking of bottles,
The occasional sound of somebody spitting,
The sound of boots on the splintering hardwood.
~Shoukyoku.
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Simple Poetry
PoetryJust simple little poems that come to mind. Some are gentle and carefree, the others will bring truth to the harsh reality that life is. Please enjoy, comment, fan or just simply read. C:
