By Patrick T. Reardon


I put my faith in

the Cisco Kid

riding TV with fat

guy (Oh, Poncho!)—

through desert as

I watch — it’s

really happening!


It is as if I watch

through God’s own

window — just as I

watch the World

Series and see Lew

Burdette reach back

to fling (and can

read about it in next

day paper) — as I

watch Cisco reach

to shoot (good guy

that he is) straight

and true to knock

gun from evil one’s

hand, holy sweet

American strikeout.


Patrick T. Reardon


This poem originally appeared in The Write City on 7.1.22.

Written by : Patrick T. Reardon

For more than three decades Patrick T. Reardon was an urban affairs writer, a feature writer, a columnist, and an editor for the Chicago Tribune. In 2000 he was one of a team of 50 staff members who won a Pulitzer Prize for explanatory reporting. Now a freelance writer and poet, he has contributed chapters to several books and is the author of Faith Stripped to Its Essence. His website is https://patricktreardon.com/.

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