Trusting the Steady Steed
A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.
Beneath the vast, where coyotes roam,
A cowboys laughter finds its home.
With twinkling eyes beneath the stars,
He spins his tales, defying scars.
The crackling fire lights up the night,
As jokes and pranks take graceful flight.
He hides the saddle, stashes the reins,
Then howls with mirth, as joy remains.
A whoopee cushion on the old chair,
Provoking roars fills up the air.
His quips, like tumbleweeds, spread wide,
Uniting hearts like a trusty guide.
In this jokesters paradise so bold,
The deserts chill turns warm with gold.
Through laughter shared neath a silver dome,
They forge their bonds, this wild camp home.
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