.4. Right Between The Eyes Poem by David Threadgold

Right between the eyes
He fell down where he’d stood
A cold chill misty morning
On a clearing in the wood

Right between the eyes
He’d took his paces ten
Pistol cocked within his hand
A duel between two men

Right between the eyes
For his honour he had fought
When he turned a shot rang out
And lead was what he caught

Right between the eyes
This fight had done no good
The young man saved his honour
But died there in the wood


© 2008 David Threadgold
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