"The Western" by Fred Chandler

Fred Chandler - The Western

The drifter with two guns at his hips comes and then goes
No stories are very clear but many are constantly told
What he dares leave behind are not dead bodies but souls
Now you can't put a finger on it try as we might to let unfold
But something stirs in the horse barn for us all to behold
The cemetery tombstones in the Spring are wet and cold

Fred Chandler shared his poem with Departures in participation with National Poetry Month. Since not included in that project, we showcased his selection in our community poems section. We thank him for his contribution in celebration and understanding of L.A. You are invited to share yours as well.


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Fred's poetry is always so visually stimulating! Thanks for sharing it Fred!