My horse had bolted at the flash <br />of lightning, amplified by thunder. <br />The saddle bags contained the cash <br />I'd stolen, welcome to Down Under. <br /> <br />She'd stared at me with eyes so blank <br />and fingers baring frightened nerves <br />it was the Oodnadatta Bank <br />and she had overflowing curves. <br /> <br />I got a couple million quid <br />enough for Ulahf Isle, <br />but now it looked as if my bid <br />for freedom on the Nile <br /> <br />was put on hold by circumstance, <br />perhaps it was my God, <br />who'd interfered with my great plans <br />the deal was rather odd. <br /> <br />It happened that at the Corral <br />outside the township proper <br />a posse stood and my friend Mal, <br />who was the local copper <br /> <br />lassoed the horse and all that gold <br />and looked inside the bags. <br />He found the money in the fold <br />right under the old rags. <br /> <br />The banker smiled from ear to ear <br />but looked in my direction. <br />My fleeting hope turned into fear <br />of imminent detection. <br /> <br />When lightning struck again, so soon. <br />The posse stopped at once, <br />then turned and rode toward High Noon <br />with fully loaded guns. <br /> <br />It must be God who figured that <br />a balance had returned. <br />God never liked our tit-for-tat <br />as far as man's concerned.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-lightning/
