When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In dusty boots, a cowboy grins,
With laughter loud, he spins tales thin.
Dont take the reins when the horse knows well,
He chuckles deep, wisdom’s sweet spell.
Beneath the vast, cerulean sky,
Where sagebrush whispers, and eagles fly,
Lifes just like a rodeo, son, he quips,
Hold on tight, but let loose your grips.
Around the fire, as the stars ignite,
Stories of heartaches mix with delight.
Always tip your hat when the sun goes low,
He winks, the murmur of the canyons flow.
Now ride the trails where the coyotes greet,
With chuckles echoing, wisdoms sweetbeat.
In unity with the land that he loves,
A cowboy laughs, while the night sky hugs.
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