Holding Steady Through the Storm
Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.
In sun-baked lands where laughter flows,
A band of cowboys, in twilight glows.
With hearts like thunder, they ride on through,
Writing their tales where the sagebrush grew.
The spirit of mirth, in the deserts grace,
Each campfire crackle, a memory’s trace.
Theyll spin a yarn neath the wide, starry dome,
With smiles that echo, the wild feels like home.
Through dust and sand, their stories flow,
Of hard-won laughs and the friends they know.
Worn leather boots tread paths of the past,
With dreams like tumbleweeds, swirling fast.
And as the sun dips beneath the range,
Their voices rise, in the dusk, they change.
Each chuckle, a promise etched in the night,
A legacy bright, under soft moonlight.
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