Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In sunlit fields where horses prance,
Spirited souls in a lively dance.
With coats aglow in golden light,
They whirl and kick, a joyful sight.
A cowboy grins, his hat pulled low,
Amidst the antics, pure fun flows.
With clever tricks, they weave and dart,
Each playful move, a work of art.
Through wildflower trails and dusty roads,
He learns their rhythm, bears their codes.
For every whinny holds a tale,
In laughters wake, the bonds prevail.
So take the reins, embrace the ride,
In every leap, their hearts abide.
With spirit fierce, let laughter chase,
For in these hijinks, we find our place.
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