CHAPTER ONE: Fun reading, and trying new things!

So I had to write a poem for the first time in my life the other day for a activity at our church. I am not a poem guy and so I was not sure even how to begin to do this task.

I will post it at the end of this note to see what your feedback is, be nice unless is sucks. I also got a chance to go to a writing group on Saturday and it was a lot of fun. Met some new people and wow, we have some talent here in the Boise area. I can't wait to see what comes out next!


My poem... hope you like.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
Oppressing sun made the gunslinger squint and sweat,
His journey would be long, much too long for even him to endure,
Old cracked boots dragged on the ground, worn smooth almost gone,

Wind blew old dust into his dry leather skin,
Yet he shuffled on across the hard packed earth, head down, heart heavy,
The calling pulled him along, he was dead already, filled with sin,
Sandalwood grips donned the six-shooters like old bones,

So long, too long, there was nothing left but the shell of a man,
Tattered brown duster covered an empty frame, and the gunslinger walked on,
The man in black was over the rise, always over the next rise,
Gaining, moving, closing, and yet no closer,

Deep blue eyes hung in hollow sockets, like distant stars,
Had he found him? Why was this so old, the life he knew?
Dreams of the place filled his nights with terror and wonder,
Choices had been made and the end would come, he knew,

Time was different here, slower somehow,
Here he aged and the sweet touch of death never came,
Stuck, yet with unrelenting guts he walked on,
The man in black would falter, would fall,

Victory and revenge for pain beyond explanation,
The goal was here and with it, a new chapter,
Than everything changed and all was lost, if only he could start again,
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.