White Hats
written by: Andy Lind
@AndrewJLind
He once wore a white hat on his head
But now, a black tombstone sits above his brow
A grave of green is now his bed
This is where he lays now
It was quiet
For Wyatt
That’s how he liked it
Wyatt was what the black stone said
Colma, California is where it sits
Earp in big black letters was what it read
This is where the old cowboy rested
No more would he be tested
But on one bright, sunny day,
A shadow stretched across the land
Another white hat came to the grave
The shadow belonged to a tall, muscular man
He was here to see the legend of the wild west
He was here to pay his respects to the best
He said, “I met you when I was seventeen,
I was a kid with a summer job
I thought you were rugged, rusty, and mean
I’ll admit, I was a snob
But you made an impact on me
You were the man I wanted to be
I imitated your walk
You taught me how to stand
I imitated your talk
You taught me how to speak like a man
The only thing I didn’t have was a good name
The arguments over it were insane.”
He paused to let a smile crack his face
Then he bent down to his muse
And when he was ready and in place
He told the grave the good news
“Hollywood finally decided on my name,
They are going to call me, ‘John Wayne.'”
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