Walker

Noonday sun burns the back of the land Dusty columns whirl round A weathered coat flaps in the wind As a silver dollar rolls slowly Into the unclean hand Of The Badman Twice boom the silver messengers Shattering wood, life force As the tumbleweed rolls, flowers of red Drip slowly, painting the cracked boards With the color of justice A look of disgust, a swift turn On shining boots and The Walker strides off into the sun Victory accomplished, his day One