by: R.A. Slater
4/30/2012
Thundering, pounding
Hooves beating the ground
As the town watches
The gang ride through
Raising the dust in great clouds
That last long after they're gone
Leaving the people to breathe the dust
As it settles once again
Into the normalcy they once knew
And the sound of their passing
Fades away as a retreating storm
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