The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In moonlit glow, the cowboys prance,
With hearts ablaze, they seize their chance.
A lasso twirls in flirty sway,
To catch sweet love, come ride away.
With laughter ringing through the night,
They practice throws, but miss in flight.
The rope goes wild, and tumble down,
Yet every fall brings joy, not frown.
Her spirit shines like stars above,
Each playful chase, a dance of love.
They chase her skirts, like winds that race,
Their blunders turn to sweet embrace.
As dawn breaks soft on prairie wide,
They find a home where hearts abide.
With every lasso, every cheer,
They wrangle love, their cowgirl dear.
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