The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In the heart of the sage, where the coyotes call,
The cowboys gathered, for laughter their thrall.
With lassos a-twirling, they tangled with flair,
As the dust danced around, joy hung in the air.
Old Buck, with a grin, took center stage bright,
His rope tricks a riddle, set all hearts alight.
He swung with a flourish, then tripped on his boot,
A tumble he took, yet laughed, resolute.
Then Slim stepped on up, with yodeling grand,
His voice soared like eagles, through the sun-kissed land.
The chuckles erupted, from far and from near,
In that wild, open space, there was nothing to fear.
As the stars winked above, the best night unfurled,
Each cowboys antics, a gift to the world.
In the glow of the fire, their spirits ran free,
For laughters a treasure, wherever you be.
Copyright © 2024 Randy Salars
All rights reserved
All rights reserved