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Epic West

There are certain events that don't fit anywhere else... so I've created this page.  Call it a 'work in progress...'

Charleston Earthquake

We was comin' outta Tombstone
Headin' west on Charleston road
We'd bout near crossed the Santa Rita
When we thought the world 'explode

Our horses started rearin'
Them mules was fixed to run
My pard 'n I dismounted
Near soon as it begun

What trees there was was shakin'
The road was bouncin' up 'n down
T'was hard to keep my footin'
Upon that shaky ground

No sooner had it all begun
Just as sudden, it all ceased
Just a couple rocks still rollin'
From where they'd been released

I mounted up thereafter
About to make a joke
When this side of the river
I saw the cloud of smoke

Oh hell, now that'd be Charleston
Bet'cha most of that's fell down
Bustin' up some oil lamps
That now has fired the town

Charleston had become a place
Where outlaws hung about
Built of clapboard 'n adobe
It was a'fire without a doubt

I reckoned more'n one saloon
Was runnin' its own still
If that alcohol ain't burnin' yet
Given time, it will

Among them broken kegs of whiskey
Must be some that made it tho
But when that fire got to 'em
They'd most likely blow

Then we saw a buncha horses
Must'a 'scaped from some corral
They was comin' at a gallop
We couldn't stop 'em anyhow

Some of 'em wore saddles
Or parts of harness tack
The way they was a'runnin'
It'd take awhile to get 'em back

My partner kept our string of mules
Out standin' on the road
I spurred my mount off to the right
To see how this all go'd

Didn't take too long to learn
That Charleston was a mess
Fires were burnin' all around
Bunch'a people in distress

What all didn't just fall down
Was now just cracked 'n jumbled
While many roofs had fallen in
Where adobe walls had crumbled

The water tower done collapsed
There's none to fight the fire
The smoke was getting' thicker
'n the flames was gettin' higher

There was gamblers 'n cowboys
'n a couple n'ere-do-well
Walkin' past me in a daze
From where them buildin's fell

Just then in all the smoke 'n flame
There come a ter'ble BOOM
That must'a been more whiskey barrels
Inside of some saloon

Whatever anybody owned
Not on their backs, was gone
Somebody had a wagon hitched
'n folks was pilin' on

I reckoned then that Tombstone
Was the nearest place to go
Contention 'been abandoned now
A couple years ago

T'weren't nuthin' I could do
I turned back to the road
No sooner had I done that
�Heard another barrel explode

I rode like hell, back to my pard
Who's aholdin' our mule string
"Charleston's gone" I hollered out
"It's gone, the whole damn thing"

We'd tell 'em in Huachuca
The place for which we're bound
Charleston's had a quake 'n been destroyed
Then what remained, burned down

Charleston would remain that way
'n never be rebuilt
Never did know who all got away
Or maybe, who got kill't

Today there just a few remains
Of old adobe wall
Hard to tell there'd been a town
Trees now growin' there 'n all

Only remnant of that town
Is the road which bears the name
Of the bawdy outlaw Sodom there
Destroyed by quake 'n flame

Murphy in Action

It was just a photograph
Taken long ago
During some forgotten fight
In Nicaragua's all I know

My daddy took the picture
He too was on that ride
At the gallop next to Murphy
Yep, right there at his side

Might be the finest photograph
That I had ever seen
That caught the action of the charge
Of an old time Horse Marine

That horses neck was stuck straight out
It's ears were laid clean back
A war horse with teeth all bared 'n nostrils flared
A young warrior on it�s back

Murphy was leanin' forward
Standin' in the saddle
His B.A.R. spittin' lead 'n brass
In this long forgotten battle

The brim of his campaign hat
Was flat against the crown
A leather chinstrap from the band
Was all that held it down

Around his chest a bandoleer
That held the magazines
What a poster this would be
For United States Marines

His boots in tapadero�s
The reins held in his teeth
A .45, hung from his belt
A scene beyond belief

T'was 'gainst Sandero's bandits
The objective of this ride
No tellin' how many of 'em there was
Or how many of 'em died

Murphy In Action' was the only note
Penciled on the back
From those final days of Cavalry
Displayed in full attack

So clear you could near smell it
The way that B.A.R. was raised
The thunder of the gallop
'Spent brass flyin' inna haze

A scene of martial beauty
That some won't understand
A warrior combination
Comprised of horse and man

And in that charge beside him                                                           Was my father: Corporal Shaw                                                      Who'd be ridin' hell for leather                                                               To take that shot at all

I never knew ya Murphy
Or where, now resting, you may be
But accept this poem as my salute
To your place in history

10th Horse Marines are legend
In the annals of the Corps
These fightin' horseman from the sea
Will not be seen no more

The nut don't fall ya know                                                                       All that far out from the tree
Tho my daddy's long been gone
What he was... still lives in me

Semper Fi!


 

 

 


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