When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
On open plains where the wild winds whisper,
Laughter dances round the campfires glow,
With tales of grit and hearts that never quiver,
The cowboy lessons teach what we should know.
Beneath the vast and endless sky so bright,
A rugged hand holds wisdom from the past,
Through every trial, they find joy in spite,
With every stumble, laughs are forged to last.
The creaking saddle, a story yet untold,
In friendship forged, through sweat and sun-kissed trails,
Each chuckle shared warms the heart like gold,
As jests and jibes ride in the evening gales.
When morning breaks, and the cattle call,
The laughter lingers like a sweet refrain,
With hoots and hollers, they rise up tall,
For on laughing trails, theres much to gain.
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