Riding the Trail of the West
A cowboy’s life is a simple life, but it’s one filled with grit, heart, and adventure.
In dusky light where shadows twirl,
Boots stomp and spin, the night’s a whirl.
Friends gather round with smiles so wide,
In joyful steps, their spirits glide.
The fiddle sings, a lively tune,
Laughter weaves through the sunlit moon.
With hands held high, they whirl and sway,
A tapestry spun of love’s ballet.
As stars above wink in delight,
Synchronized moves, a purest sight.
Each clapping hand and stomping foot,
Craft sweet laughter, as roots take root.
Underneath the vast, embracing skies,
Bonds are forged as the evening flies.
With every stomp, a memory made,
In the heart of hoedown, joy wont fade.
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