The Casino Cowboy : Cowboy Poetry

He was eased up into the saddle and rode out his early years
with the sound of a blacksmiths anvil always ringing in his ears
and the gossip spoke of the big smoke there a million miles away
and so the cowboy from Casino  went on down to earn his pay.
So he came on down from the crossing place where the Richmond River flows
and landed in the Southern Highlands open minded I suppose.
Although he knows lightening never strikes where the thunderbolts hide out
he always keeps a lookout just in case a storm might be about.
He is the cowboy from Casino with a whip crack in the sky
he musters up wild horses like plucking wings of a butterfly .
Well that Casino cowboy has an innocence you can’t deny .
They all call him Ross the boss and there is no evil in his eye
Sure enough early comes the morning when the whistles wet at night , one eye open and the other closed up and at them she'll be right, the cowboy keeps chasing after his dreams and making future plans ,he takes it all within his stride holding the reins in both his hands.

By Paul McCann