The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
Out on the range where the wild winds blow,
Two cowboys grin, ready for the show.
With lassos drawn and hats tipped low,
They dance with cattle, putting on a glow.
The sun beats down, a blazing crown,
As cows prance round, flipping the town.
Each step a jest, they juke and sway,
Dodging their wranglers in playful fray.
With hooves a-pounding on dusty ground,
The cattle twirl, their freedom unbound.
The cowboys chuckle, caught in the jest,
In this rollicking dance, they do their best.
At sunsets brush, the laughter fades slow,
And under the stars, the embers aglow.
They tip their hats, both cows and men,
In the Contrary Shuffle, they will dance again.
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