The Dance of the Ranch Hands Joyous Moves and Laughter After Work

The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.

As sunset drapes the ranch in gold,

Laughter rings out, so bold and uncontrolled.

With dusty boots and hats in hand,

They gather round, a lively band.

The fiddle sings, the banjo twangs,

As sunset flares and twilight hangs.

Their rugged hands beat out the time,

Each joyous move, a pulse, a rhyme.

Beneath the stars, a fire burns bright,

Shadows twist, in the warm, soft light.

The stories flow with every cheer,

Of cattle drives and old frontier.

With every twirl, their spirits soar,

Each stomp and laugh, they crave for more.

Together they dance, a night so free,

In bonds of joy, like wild prairie.