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Billy the Kid Rode Out (standard:poetry, 339 words)
Author: kendall thomas Added: Oct 25 2006Views/Reads: 2462/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Poem for Paulita Maxwell

Billy the Kid rode out to pick May-bloomed flowers. 

Riding a dapple-gray horse fleet as the wind, 

he crossed the desert, one fresh-scented morning, 

looking long for the sweetest flowers ever known 

for the young girl he loved, pretty Paulita, 

who lived at Sumner by the Pecos River. 


In the house of Pete Maxwell by the river, 

Billy brought her a bright bouquet of sweet flowers 

for the fairest girl in Sumner, Paulita. 

When he rode in on his swift steed like the wind, 

she cried, "They're the sweetest flowers ever known." 

And young Billy stayed through the night till morning. 


But brother Pete came home early that morning 

and saw Billy's dapple-gray by the river; 

he cursed himself harshly for not having known, 

and when he smelled the lush bouquet of sweet flowers, 

whose scent came wafting through the hall on the wind, 

he planned an end for Billy and Paulita. 


Billy rode off waving bye to Paulita, 

promising to return to her some morning, 

and he spurred his swift gray and rode like the wind 

from where Fort Sumner goes down to the river. 

And Billy rode through a desert of bright flowers, 

the names of so many to most were unknown. 


But Billy the Kid he soon came to be known, 

and his sweetheart was a girl named Paulita, 

for whom he brought a sweet bouquet of bright flowers, 

long years ago one fresh-scented May morning, 

where Fort Sumner lies by the Pecos River, 

where the May-bloomed flowers blow in an endless wind. 


Over the campo santo blows this same wind. 

The girl who was loved lies in her grave unknown, 

where Fort Sumner lies by the Pecos River. 

She was Billy's love, a girl named Paulita, 

who was betrayed by Pete Maxwell that morning 

when Billy brought her a bouquet of bright flowers. 


Now the wind moans by the grave of Paulita, 

who lies unknown after many a morning, 

by the river where in May blooms the sweet flowers. 


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