The Arrival 1
by
Leona (Heathisforme)
He
rode into town one day
Looking for something.
He found it, they say
In the form of a family
They heard him ask for a job
One brother said No
As he tried to hold back a sob
The other said hire him
He gave them a half smile
It seemed so familiar
And as it was his style
He quietly went to work.
That night as lay in his bunk
One brother stole inside
He knew he was sunk
The truth had to be told
In the barn, they fought it out
He didn’t want to tell
Heard the brother shout
Who are you?
Who am I? Who am I?
He was scared, should he say?
The brother held his chin high
As he heard
I am your father’s bastard son!
Not a sound could you hear
The brother stared
And with words that would sear
You tell a lie
He rode into town one day
Looking for something.
He found it, they say
In the form of a family
He didn’t mean to tell this way
But he was glad
That he done told this day
It made him happier.
The brother took him to the house
And he shook with fear
He felt like a louse
for telling the truth
The brother told of his birth
And he looked away
as they laughed at the mirth
and offered him money
He had been laughed at,
It made him angry.
He wanted to run out flat
He let them have it.
I had me a day, he shouts
Anger finally spent
He lit out
The money in a drink
I am your father’s bastard son!
He rode into town one day
Looking for something.
He found it, they say
In the form of a family
He left the house that night
Riding to nowhere
He tried with all his might
Not to be upset.
He found himself a bed
As he stood there,
His eyes did see red
At what she tried.
He took her back home
On his steed he sat
His eyes did roam
At the fire ahead.
Railroad men did this
He rode away
His thoughts did not miss
As he turned for home.
He went in the house
stole to the fruit
As quiet as a mouse
she stood there
"if you were mine
I would stand and fight"
He took it as a sign
As he left out the door.
Her words echoed, If you were mine
The men lined up to fight
For their land
They made quite a sight
Poised for battle
He took stock and chose a side
Surprising them all
This stranger did ride
to the right.
At the appointed hour
Gunfire flew
Not one man was sour
Then it was over
He sat down away from the crowd
rolling a cigarette
The older brother, not loud
Offered him a cigar.
The brother invited him to sup
As nice could be
What was up?
He rode with the brother.
The family gathered round
Decisions to be made
He stood his ground
Acceptance is what they gave him.
He rode into town one day
Looking for something.
He found it, they say
In the form of a family
I am your father’s bastard son
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