The Cowboy and the Moon

Okay so I write books. I have yet to do anything with them but I'm working on it.
Here's the latest of my childrens books.

PS. Currently looking for an illustrator for this one.

The Cowboy and the Moon

There once was a cowboy
Who lassoed the moon
On a starless night
In the month of June.
The very next day
He told the whole town,
“I lassoed the moon!”
But all they did was frown.
“We don’t believe you.”
A grumpy man chided
“That’s just impossible.”
The town barber provided.
“But I did it!” he said
“With this lasso of mine.
Just let me prove it!
Be on the prairie at nine.”
Later that night
As the moon rose,
The cowboy waited
But nobody showed.
He got himself ready
His spurs shined in the night,
“Mr. Moon, I’m going to lasso you,
Please don’t put up a fight.”
He threw round his lasso
Swung it up high,
And watched as it sailed
Straight into the sky.
He aimed for the moon
But his rope came back down
He tried it again
But it fell to the ground.
The cowboy took off his hat,
Wiped the sweat off his brow
Grabbed up his lasso
And swung it the way he knew how.
The lasso soared high,
The cowboy whistled a tune,
And once again
He aimed for the moon.
The lasso went round it
Nicely and with ease
“See, I knew I could do it.”
He said to the breeze.
He went back to town
The very next day
Because he had
So much to say.
He stood in the square
And said it again,
“I lassoed the moon”
He told all of his friends.
But this time they laughed
“But that’s just impossible
Chuckled the keeper of bees,
But I did it, I’ll prove it,
Come tonight and you’ll see.
So that night the town gathered
Though they didn’t believe,
They watched as the cowboy
Rolled up his sleeve.
He reached for his lasso,
Swung it ‘round wide
And the whole town watched
As it flew towards the sky.
Then his sturdy lasso
Went right ‘round the moon,
He had done it again,
The crowd cheered and they swooned.
They couldn’t believe it,
It truly was real
They all shook his hand,
Said it was a great thrill.
“Can you do it again?”
They asked with great expectation,
“Well I can sure try.”
He said without hestitation.
So he swung up his lasso
Once again it did sail
But just then a shooting star flew by
And his lasso went right ‘round its tail.
Before the cowboy knew it
He was whisked into the sky
Being pulled by his lasso
Hooked to a star that flew by.
Off he was gone, into the night,
The whole town looked on,
As he zoomed out of sight.
Some say he was gone forever,
Never again did they hear his tune,
Others say they see him
but they call him the man in the moon.

So that is how the story goes
And how it’s always told,
There once was a cowboy
Who lassoed the moon
On a starless night,
In the month of June.

By Windy Lisardo
August 19 2010