Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In dusty towns where laughters rare,
The Cactus Whisperer rides with flair.
With tales of thorns and sunsets wide,
He spins the yarns neath the deserts pride.
Under a sky of sapphire blue,
Amidst the cacti and sagebrush too,
He cracks a joke bout prickly plight,
While tumbleweeds dance in golden light.
With every punchline, hearts ignite,
The desert blooms, fierce and bright.
Each cactus silhouette, a friend so dear,
Bringing smiles and joy, dispelling fear.
So gather ‘round as the sun dips low,
For in his stories, the wild winds blow.
The Cactus Whisperer, a jester bold,
Spreads laughter like sunshine, a treasure untold.
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