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.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2012
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