Protection Tools

Protection Tools

Guns were a routine part of life
Startin’ in my teenage years
I natural held them as a tool
No different than knife or shears

That was before the hoopla
Media besets us with today
I guided folks on trail rides
My job was guardin’ ‘em that way

It was wild-open desert trails
Fraught with rattler or wild critter
Not to mention the no-good men
I was a horseback baby-sitter

So it was just normal back then
I lived daily with a six-gun
Holstered routine at my side
Part of my job to be done

Naturally before they set me out
To lead folks and to protect
I had safety and shootin’ lessons
We never knew what to expect

I’m grateful for early teachin’s
Lessons that remain with me still
A man never knows what evil
Might need foiled by his skill

by Rik "Yonder" Goodell

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Thank you Gregory Mayse for once again providing your excellent artwork to accompany my poetry. You've provided a number of fine art pieces to either inspire or flesh-out my rhyming stories.

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