Injun Summer Part Four Poem by Tom Billsborough

No enemy appeared so we called the lookout down
"We'll have to fight among ourselves, " I told them with a frown.
"Now, which of you are Cowboys and which the Indians."
"Right, cowboys first... let's have a show of hands! "
Peter volunteered and he would be their leader
Evan liked to fire his gun. We needed one more bleeder.
Alan, helpful as is wont, raised Gord's reluctant arm
"Well, that's settled then. We'll raise a great alarm."
The Cowboys charged with guns ablaze but mainly
Squirting water while we defended gallantly
Our arrows causing slaughter.
We fell about and writhed, hamming it like actors.
Ten minutes more the battle raged with mock fights in the sand
Until at last the call came out to feed this hungry band.
Evan brought some ciggies out he nicked with practised ease
We passed one round to signify the pipe of peace.
We spluttered and we coughed a lot with baccy on our lips
And soon we abandoned the ciggies' sodden tips.
My brother made the dampers from a flour and water mix
And skilfully entwined them around our waiting sticks.
Some lit the fire which we knelt down before
The Tribe now reassembled by this delightful chore.
The dampers were "delicious" as everyone declared
Nodding to each other as cows within a herd.
We shared out other goodies then lay upon the sand,
Smugly proud and happy to be within that band.