Apostrophe: Blanket Confession

White snow, you blanket the prairie scene, clean and pure, serene.

You white wash all over night mess, crimes that dieing lips confess.

It’s as if you’ve washed a bad man bright,

and cleansed to make his dark deeds bright.

Roaming cow hand, Britt Ponset was the last to hear,

and rode to tell the posse riding near.

The good law men, they didn’t care. They’ve already strung another in the air.

True, their victim may have had unpunished crimes,

but for this robbery,justice wasn’t served. Not this time.

Will Britt report the confession he knows?

Guilty good men, and truth in you, snow?

Come back snow, and blanket this strife.

Make clean the conscience of good men all their life.

–Based on: Six Shooter – Trail To Sunset. 540131.

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