Sheriff Of Lonesome

Gidday
this is more a story than a poem i guess,but i intend to add a bit of guitar and recite it.
when i woke this morning the whole thing was in my head i just jotted it down straight away.
goodness knows how this stuff ends up in my head or where it comes from.
Sheriff Of Lonesome
It was a sunday morning,all was well & the town was quiet.The sheriff of the town by the name of Tom Sutch sat at his desk
polishing his peacemaker revolver.He was polishing off some clotted blood that was on the butt of the handle.The previous night the gun had lived up to it`s name, when the sheriff had used it on the head of an over excited cowboy.One tap and he had gone down`peace restored`.
Lonesome was usually a peaceful kind of town,but in the weekend things could sometimes get out of hand.the cowboys,prospectors & farmhands would come to town to unwind from a hard weeks toil.Apart from the saloon there wasn`t
anywhere else to spend hard earned money.Often the cowboys would come to town, spending all day in the saloon having whisky for breakfast whisky for lunch and whisky for dinner.
The only alternative was the newly opened fine dining restaurant.it was owned by an asian family who found more gold to be had providing fine food.More than they had made in the fruitless years of gold mining.
Often up to their knees in freezing water 18 hrs a day for little return.
it took some time for the locals to come to grips with the food they served,often featuring exotic spices from the east.But for a cowboy or prospector who had struck lucky, it was the place to impress one of the many young ladies in town.
Yes Lonesome was surely a town on the up.There had been rumours of the railroad heading their way,linking the foodbowl
to the ever increasing demand from expanding cities.
Sheriff Tom was looking forward to civilization reaching his part of the world,as he was tiring of the violence and lawlessness that pervaded his job.
yes a quieter life would suit the ageing lawman.