THE TROUBLE WITH HEROES

 

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After the war,
hats and horses,
black and white heroics
helped us forget
Hitler and Hiroshima,
helped heal and shape
half of humanity hooked
on Hollywood cowboys.

I lived close to the stars,
slept near the fire,
drank from a stream
of tomorrows
that have arrived
twenty thousand times
working towards
this moment in a poem:

glimpses of reckless youth
and luck at the Longbranch
replaced by another tribe
of younger men
wild, woolly and tough.
With each wind-whipped rumor,
I worry more about them
than I did myself.

 

2 responses to “THE TROUBLE WITH HEROES

  1. Good one, John! Those were EJ’s worries as well.
    Sophie

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  2. You knew where the fences were even when you crossed them; nowadays all the fences have been torn down! Great verse . . .

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