The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
Beneath the vast and scarlet sky,
The cowboys gather, laughter high,
With sunset giggles, tales are spun,
As shadows stretch and day is done.
Their campfire crackles, warmth bestowed,
As whispers dance on dusty road,
They trade old pranks, their eyes alight,
With playful jests that spark the night.
The coyotes howl, a wild refrain,
While stars peek down like drops of rain,
Each hearty chuckle stirs the breeze,
In twilight’s grip, they roam with ease.
So raise your voice to the dusky air,
For mischief thrives where few would dare,
In golden hues, their spirits soar,
As cowboys find their laughters core.
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