A Tale of the West

I am a United States marshal
I catch desperados
With a Colt pistol, I am lethal

I have traveled dusty terrain
My trusted steed took me
Through dirt, snow and rain

Moving across the plains
We visited the Grand Canyon
Heading home, we saw steam trains

We followed a long path
It was very hot in the sun
I kept riding, couldn’t take a bath

A vulture circled above
I trusted in God
And I felt His love

In Yuma we caught a wanted man
His freedom was now bereft
I collected the reward and a tan

I eat bacon and beans
Life is hard, but I trust in Jesus
To catch criminals, I have the means

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2026