| Note from Joe: This poem was written specifically as the lyrics of a song. Since it’s a “Country Western” song, I ignored the lyrics for years, assuming that it was just another song about the famous western outlaw known to history and legend as Billy the Kid. The first time I actually listened to the words, it blew me away. It is about Billy the Kid, but not that one. |
I rode a trail through the neighbor’s backyard,
Shootin’ the Bad Guys through my handlebars.
Known for my bravery both far and near,
Bein’ late for supper was my only fear.