The Lawman Jagged rocks and sand Dotted this barren land, No living thing could be seen Ahead, behind or between. Yesterday was day one Beneath the searing sun, No food or water to drink, His hopes began to sink. His horse now lay dead And dread filled his head, For days on the bandits tracks He'd rode too far to walk back. He rested upon a red rock Using the sun for a clock, He reckoned it to be seven As it rose in eastern heavens. He numbered his days as two Without drink to get him through, Three days in the boiling sun Without water is death for anyone. He didn't know which way to go But began his walk ever slow, Thirst was gnawing his will away As he began his second day. Tonight he knew may be his last As he plodded this desert vast, The coming tomorrow is day three, Without water that's all there will be. Half dead he lay in the sand Then touched someone's hand, They sprinkled water on his lips, Then the bandit gave him a sip. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 09-18-05 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone