Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In dusty rings where brave hearts take flight,
A bull with swagger sparks the night.
With horns like daggers, he shakes his mane,
His mischief dances, like teasing rain.
The cowboy mounts with a grin so wide,
Harnessing hopes as he readies for ride.
But this bulls a trickster, full of surprise,
He bucks like thunder beneath painted skies.
Around the ring, the crowds laughter swells,
As the cowboy clings like a bell in peals.
With every twist and a lurch that he throws,
The bull plays a tune that only he knows.
At last he tumbles, right into the dirt,
The crowd erupts, theyre filled with mirth.
Though pride may stumble, and dirt may coat,
Both man and beast earn a rodeos note.
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