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cordibaz

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Hi Dude Fans,
When I was a young lad I used to love going to the movies and my favourite type of films were westerns, 1 western I saw that always stuck in my mind was, The Fasting Gun Alive starring Glenn Ford [a great actor ] so a few years ago I decided to write a poem loosely based on that film, hope you enjoy it.

THE FASTEST GUN ALIVE

By Barrie Cordingley

 
I was walking in a graveyard, in a little Texas town,

When the writing on a tombstone caught my eye,

It said, here lies the body, of Benjamin-S-Brown,

A good man, who was far too young to die,

He`d led a blameless life, and kept within the law,

Now, he lies beneath this stone, aged Thirty Five,

Everybody thought he was, what everybody saw,

But in truth, he was the fastest gun alive.

 

I wandered into town, and called in at the saloon,

I wanted to know more about this man,

So I asked the old bartender, and he said, I finish soon,

And for a drink, I`ll tell you everything I can,

I gave the man a whisky, which vanished in a trice,

Then from the bottle, I filled his glass once more,

He said, what I`m about to tell you, is`nt very nice,

But I was here the day he walked in through that door.

 

He came into the bar and said, I`m Benjamin-S-Brown,

I`ve opened up a store across the street,

My wife and I are proud, to be living in this town,

And with that, the introductions were complete,

Then a stranger at the bar, thought he`d have a bit of fun,

He said, hey storeman, have a little drink with me,

I never take a drink, said Ben, and I never wear a gun,

And would like it best if folk just leave me be.

 

As the weeks passed by, the townsfolk grew to like young Ben,

And helped to make his store a great success,

A couple of the local lads, would tease him now and then,

But it was only done in fun, well, more or less,

But they often wondered why, some days he`d go away,

And be missing till the setting of the sun,

Then he`d ride back into town, and not a word he`d say,

No one must know he practiced with a gun.

 

One afternoon  a group of guys outside the old saloon,

Were bragging who was quickest on the draw,

Perhaps it was the heat, on that summers day in June,

That made Ben begin to rage at what he saw,

He shouted at the group, you all think your very good,

But in a gunfight, not one man here would survive,

They laughed at him and said, I suppose you think you would,

And Ben said, yes, `cause I`m the fastest gun alive.

 

Nobody would believe him, so to prove he had`nt lied,

He ran back to the store to fetch his gun,

And as he crossed the street, it was hanging at his side,

He said, the time has come to have a bit of fun,

Two dimes went in the air, Ben fired, and both were hit,

And then he shot a spur off someones boot,

He said, shooting bits of metal, well that’s the easy bit,

But it`s different when it`s men you have to shoot.

 

Then he told the group his story, of a life ruled by the gun,

And how he`d had to kill some fifteen men,

How he`d offered every one of them, the chance to turn and run,

But they all thought they were faster than young Ben,

The townsfolk took an oath, that no one would ever know,

That the fastest gun alive lived in their town,

And life returned to normal, well, for several weeks or so,

Until the day a fast gun finally tracked Ben down.

 

At first the people lied, when asked the whereabouts of Ben,

They said he`d upped and left some weeks before,

Then the gunman said his gang, would shoot some other men,

And, as one, the townsfolk pointed at Bens door,

Come out, you no good coward, Ben heard the gunman shout,

I aim to prove to you, that I`m the fastest gun,

Ben had seen it all before, and he knew there was no doubt,

Here was another man, who`d die, before he`d run.

 

The two men faced each other, there on the dusty street,

Ben gave the man the chance to walk away,

He replied, I`m going nowhere, till my business is complete,

One of us, must die, this very day,

The stranger made his move, and his hand went for his gun,

But before it left it`s holster he was dead,

There was only Ben left standing, beneath the noon day sun,

Now everyone believed what he had said.

 

I asked the old bartender, how young Ben had lost his life,

He looked at me and gave a knowing wink,

He said, Bens not really dead, he still lives here with his wife,

And that grave does`nt hold what you may think,

All we buried were Bens guns, and his fastgun reputation,

We wanted him to live his life in peace,

He hated killing men who tried to live above their station,

So we decided that Bens life would have to cease.

 

The old timer finished talking, and we shared another drink,

Then I realised it was time for me to leave,

But as I shook his hand, he smiled and gave another wink,

And I knew he still had something up his sleeve,

I said, for me it`s been a pleasure, and I hope you feel the same,

Now the time has come for me to leave this town,

And though we`ve shared a drink, I don`t even know your name,

He said, Hi, I`m Benjamin-S-Brown.

So long Folks,
cordibaz.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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That is a great poem!  Love it.

I grew up on TV westerns.  In fact - I was watching one recently and there was a young man in it that looked familiar.  The name came up at the end - Beau Bridges.  
I'll go to IMDB right now and see if I can find the name and years of that show.
Well the only one's I can see that it could have been was Wagon Train or Rawhide.  1962 and 1963.  He would have been about 21?!

Yes, back in the day it was all westerns and I loved them.

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Fancy that, you penned a poem inspired by a movie you like--I might try that. It won't be a Western, though. Your story poem about the film's story is intriguing. A clever O. Henry like twist at the end. Are you really Paul McCartney? (laughs) Just funnin' ya

Some Brits seem rather fascinated by the American West, especially the Old Wild West, I've noticed.

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Originally Posted by Pinkie
Fancy that, you penned a poem inspired by a movie you like--I might try that. It won't be a Western, though. Your story poem about the film's story is intriguing. A clever O. Henry like twist at the end. Are you really Paul McCartney? (laughs) Just funnin' ya

Some Brits seem rather fascinated by the American West, especially the Old Wild West, I've noticed.
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I don't want to be Paul but i would'nt mind his money.
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