The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
On dusty trails where laughter flies,
Tall tales spun beneath vast skies.
A cowboy claims he caught the sun,
But sighs, A cloud? Now that aint fun.
With leather boots and hats so wide,
They swagger boldly, filled with pride.
Yet in a tussle with a breeze,
They stumble sideways, if you please.
The more I ride, the less I roam,
Says old man Joe, his mind a home.
In joking tones, the wisdom flows,
Like streams that wind where no one knows.
So gather round, and heed their song,
For lifes a lark when banters strong.
In cowboy hearts, the truths a game,
For every paradox, they stake their claim.
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