Cowboy Poet - Mike Puhallo
Small Boys Trains
and Outlaws
There was derelict old
Steam engine,
I played on when I was
ten,
I'd hear that lonesome
whistle blow,
and the old west would
live again,
I rode with Billy Miner's
gang,
To rob The CPR,
Climbed onboard that
rusty engine,
hollering, Shorty, check
the baggage car!
I wonder if the ghost
of ol' Bill Miner,
ever watched us at our
play,
Small boys re-enacting
,
a near forgotten day.
Forty years and more
have passed,
I still hear that lonesome
whistle blow
My pony snorts impatiently
,
She knows it's time to
go.
"Pull up your masks
and draw your pistols!"
We come around the engine
at a run,
Three riders on fast
horses,
flashing hooves and blazing
gun.
That very same old engine,
I played on as a child,
Now hauls tourists back
in time,
to when the West was
wild.
Old railroad men and
cowboys ,
re-enact a bygone day,
While the grinning ghost
of Billy Miner,
watches us at play.
© Mike Puhallo
This is and actual photo
of Mike robbing the Train!
Tammy Gislason
Phone: (403) 391-1131
email: gislason@shaw.ca
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