Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In the dust of trails where sagebrush grows,
A cowboy hums his playful prose.
œDon™t count your chickens before they lay,
He grins, as the sun greets another day.
With leather boots and hat pulled low,
He shares a tale of long ago.
œLife™s like a bronco, unpredictable as hell,
Hold tight and ride, or youll be under its spell.
Around the fire, stories twirl like smoke,
About the time ol™ Jasper lost his cloak.
œKeep your friends close but your humor near,
For laughter™s the rust that makes sorrow disappear.
As starlit skies drape the nighttime wide,
With each grin, a gentle guide.
The wisdom shared by cowboys coarse,
Is the heart of the West, an unending source.
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