The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
Under the sun where the tumbleweeds roll,
The laughter erupts, and the spirits are whole.
Two hearts clasp tight, like lassos thrown right,
In a barn adorned with twinkling starlight.
While boots tap a rhythm on dusty old floors,
The preacher don’t rush, he welcomes the roars.
With vows full of whimsy and charm in the air,
They promise their love, not a worry nor care.
The buckaroo’s hat wears a wildflower crown,
As they dance through the night, with the moon shining down.
Horses whinny softly, the stars wink above,
In this quirky affair, they seal it with love.
So raise up your glasses, let toasts fill the skies,
To laughter and joy where the rodeo flies.
With each clink of the cups, let your spirits unbind,
In the West, as they marry, true adventure we find.
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