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[aid] => mick
[title] => A HAND NAMED JIM
[time] => 2004-03-24 00:47:40
[hometext] => Don't know where it came from but I've had it for awhile
[bodytext] => Me and 'ol Jim working strays on the border
Back in the year of ought-two
Three days ride from law and order
When trouble rode into view,
More trouble than we ever knew
No place to hide,nowhere to run
No one to cover our backs
We cussed our luck and then checked our guns
We were scared ,and that's a fact
Prayin' scared, that's a fact
The pistolero said"Buenos dias, amigos,
I think we'll take those steers"
Nothing but ten feet of breathin' between us
Gunfire was all you could hear,
Sam Colt spoke loud and clear
I took a round,but clean, through the shoulder
Jim didn't fare quite as well
But the bandits, they never grew any older
We shot 'em straight to hell,
Me and Jim sent 'em straight to hell
I cut the bedroll loose from my saddle
And laid it beneath Jim's head
He laughed through the pain,"That was some battle"
But that was all he said,
The last words 'ol Jim ever said
'Ol Jim fought it hard but he gave up on living
As the sun sank low in the west
At least he died knowing well he'd given
The brand his very best,
'Ol Jim sure passed the test
I buried Jim back home in Missouri
Away from the sage and the sand
Sometimes when I'm out alone on the prairie
I think about the words I said,
I still recall the prayer I said
I said, "Lord,'ol Jim rode a lifetime of fence
so now let him ride with the wind.
I never knew a soul I missed
Except for a hand called Jim,
Lord 'ol Jim rode a lifetime of fence,
please let him ride with the wind
I'll never know a soul I'll miss
more than a friend called Jim."
Me and 'ol Jim working strays on the border
Back in the year of ought-two
[comments] => 11
[counter] => 1514
[topic] => 31
[informant] => badlander
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[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 25
[ratings] => 6
[editpoem] => 1
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A HAND NAMED JIM
Contributed by
badlander
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Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 12:47:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Me and 'ol Jim working strays on the border
Back in the year of ought-two
Three days ride from law and order
When trouble rode into view,
More trouble than we ever knew
No place to hide,nowhere to run
No one to cover our backs
We cussed our luck and then checked our guns
We were scared ,and that's a fact
Prayin' scared, that's a fact
The pistolero said"Buenos dias, amigos,
I think we'll take those steers"
Nothing but ten feet of breathin' between us
Gunfire was all you could hear,
Sam Colt spoke loud and clear
I took a round,but clean, through the shoulder
Jim didn't fare quite as well
But the bandits, they never grew any older
We shot 'em straight to hell,
Me and Jim sent 'em straight to hell
I cut the bedroll loose from my saddle
And laid it beneath Jim's head
He laughed through the pain,"That was some battle"
But that was all he said,
The last words 'ol Jim ever said
'Ol Jim fought it hard but he gave up on living
As the sun sank low in the west
At least he died knowing well he'd given
The brand his very best,
'Ol Jim sure passed the test
I buried Jim back home in Missouri
Away from the sage and the sand
Sometimes when I'm out alone on the prairie
I think about the words I said,
I still recall the prayer I said
I said, "Lord,'ol Jim rode a lifetime of fence
so now let him ride with the wind.
I never knew a soul I missed
Except for a hand called Jim,
Lord 'ol Jim rode a lifetime of fence,
please let him ride with the wind
I'll never know a soul I'll miss
more than a friend called Jim."
Me and 'ol Jim working strays on the border
Back in the year of ought-two
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 01:34:00 AM AEST
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Wow! u capturred my heart with this one as my father's nickname was Jim. He was about half Cheroke and Irish.
He passed away nearly 8 years ago and I was his little tom boy when I was a child.
He luved westerns of any kind.
This write is most definently a masterpeice!
I could see him on his horse riding fences.
He luved training horses.
Thanks so much for that memory. It's jus like my dad was speaking to me.
luv, huggs,
emy
Your comment on my poem craked me up and now this one has my heart smiling. |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 02:13:45 AM AEST
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| love it:) hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 07:12:26 AM AEST
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You've definitely got yourself a new fan in me!!
I enjoyed this very much..... thank you for sharing it...
Jenni |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by JacobsKK on
Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 07:33:47 PM AEST
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| A little confusing for me to follow, but you have a very unique way with words. :-) |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by BlindRomantic on
Monday, 1st August 2005 @ 01:35:06 AM AEST
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| ok. |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by tonydread on
Saturday, 10th September 2005 @ 10:03:34 AM AEST
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| great western |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 26th October 2006 @ 08:05:22 PM AEST
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| This was an interesting poem, good job! |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by heartstrings_unwound on
Tuesday, 23rd June 2009 @ 06:54:57 PM AEST
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Interesting topic, although your history could stand a refresher: In "Cowboy" days, Mexico was a vast empire that extended as far north as Oregon. There was no border in the current sense of the term, surely no fencing of any kind, until well into the post Civil War era, and in reality, "cowboys" never existed.
This had good camp value, and if meant to be humorous, amen. |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by doughnutman73 on
Sunday, 2nd August 2009 @ 06:17:58 PM AEST
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| reminds me of a country ballad, something marty robbins would sing. good job |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by Sheveg on
Saturday, 26th June 2010 @ 05:06:14 PM AEST
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Interesting story via poem.
Sherry |
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Re: A HAND NAMED JIM
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by ProfessorReason on
Wednesday, 1st September 2010 @ 12:22:25 PM AEST
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| Its good to see someone that remembers what this life is all about! that is the choices we make and the friends we choose to roll with. |
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