Like two cowboys in a western movie,
Staring at each other.
They locked their eyes, ready to fight,
Setting up to fight one another.
The classroom became a battle ground,
Joe spat first, his boots kicked the sand
Billy cracked his knuckles,
Taking a firm stand.
Guns didn't shoot, but fists sure flew,
In there first encounter, tension was new.
Blood on their lips, dirt on their bodies,
At-least as kids they had fantastic stories.
The fight was over so was their rivalry,
Creating a bond bound by soul and heart.
They became brothers in arms,
Renewing their friendship with a fresh start.