Entry: Day 11, Round 1

Good day Steemit.

Here's Day 11, Round 1's Poetry Entry!

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Find the Steemit 'Pocalypse Poetry Contest's
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by @hopehuggs, @novaatebateman and @superbuckles above.

Here are my previous entries:
Day 1, Round 1 ---> Death Trap City
Day 1, Round 2 ---> Suddenly a Sniper
Day 2, Round 1 ---> Maybe Bread Crumbs
Day 2, Round 2 ---> Spotted In Place
Day 3, Round 1 ---> Safety For Food
Day 3, Round 2 ---> Silhouette Of Dread
Day 4, Round 1 ---> An Uneventful Day
Day 4, Round 2 ---> The Safe Way
Day 5, Round 1 ---> Fate's Fickle Fortune
Day 5, Round 2 ---> Chainsaw Santa Clause
First 10 Rounds ---> The First 10 Rounds of 'Pocalypse Poetry
Day 6, Round 1 ---> Rock Bash Bovines
Day 6, Round 2 ---> Field Guide Rescue
Day 7, Round 1 ---> Let's Make Friends
Day 7, Round 2 ---> Man's Best Friend
Day 8, Round 1 ---> Do Not Steal
Day 8, Round 2 ---> Reptile Road Kill
Day 9, Round 1 ---> Sun Dried Turtle
Day 9, Round 2 ---> Give and Take
Day 10, Round 1 ---> Poultice The Wound
Day 10, Round 2 ---> No Weapons Visible

And now

...for my entry to Day 11, Round 1.

Please, enjoy!

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Dare To Dynamite

He greeted me back,
in a friendly way.
I showed him the note,
he had something to say.

The man with dog tricked me,
tried to have me shot.
But the young man laughed,
and said that he would not.

He gave me something instead.
A stick of dynamite for the road.
So we went on our own paths,
me with a slightly heavier load.

When up ahead I heard shots,
I peered through the bush.
Attackers had found a target,
and to leave needed a slight push.

I lit the stick of dynamite,
and hurled it into the air.
They wont hang around if they survive.
They wouldn't even dare.

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Thanks for Reading!

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