While this does have to do with firearms, per our agreement, it is a poem. If this should not be posted here, so be it. I found my original copy of the poem posted in a tourist cabin in northern Michigan a long time back, i have no idea who authored it or if it has been copyrwritten.
Any other gun poems out there?
LINES TO MY LADY .45
For wide open spaces the rifle's all right,
Where there's time, space, and distance, and plenty of light,
But for work on the instant, when shooting is tight,
You can't get the slant with a rifle.
So, I'll say at times it is all very well,
But for deviltry, death, and the raising of hell,
The Colt .45 is unusually swell
And will go where you can't with a rifle.
You can splatter a dollar at seventy feet
With a stunning precision that's pleasing and neat;
So I'll still make the claim that the Colt can't be beat
And will do what you can't with a rifle.
So when something is crashing the alders ahead,
And it's death to the brute, or you in the stead,
Let the Colt automat, the fist-filling gat, the chunky blue cat,
Chuck its competent lead.
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Ne Conjuge Nobiscum
"If there be treachery, let there be jehad!"
Any other gun poems out there?
LINES TO MY LADY .45
For wide open spaces the rifle's all right,
Where there's time, space, and distance, and plenty of light,
But for work on the instant, when shooting is tight,
You can't get the slant with a rifle.
So, I'll say at times it is all very well,
But for deviltry, death, and the raising of hell,
The Colt .45 is unusually swell
And will go where you can't with a rifle.
You can splatter a dollar at seventy feet
With a stunning precision that's pleasing and neat;
So I'll still make the claim that the Colt can't be beat
And will do what you can't with a rifle.
So when something is crashing the alders ahead,
And it's death to the brute, or you in the stead,
Let the Colt automat, the fist-filling gat, the chunky blue cat,
Chuck its competent lead.
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Ne Conjuge Nobiscum
"If there be treachery, let there be jehad!"