Aussie Cowboy

In the change of the season, fears fills life in the bush The weak parish ,the strong survive, summers hot hell sky The dry spell ends and the cowboys check out the waterholes A constant fight for seasonal torture in this unforgiving land The stream runs through the woodland between the gum trees O'er the rocks it trickles where width and depth rises and falls A place where time and age has cut and scoured a path A place where horse and riders have to be weary From unseen dangers from nature's elements and wild animals Riding in the outback with guns strapped upon the back The cowboys search for the herd that grazes upon the land knowing that the cattle will come to drink at the river's edge Riding the range is no easy feat in Aussie land A place where instinct is your survival.