The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In rolling hills where cattle roam,
A cowboy rides, he calls them home.
With roguish charm, each beast will stray,
In mischiefs dance, they lead astray.
Beneath the sun, the herd takes flight,
A waltz of chaos, a comical sight.
The cowboy laughs at what they do,
Chasing the pair that slipped on through.
At dusk the fire crackles bright,
With tales of those who gave a fight.
For every bellow and every bleat,
A heart grows warm in the summer heat.
As stars emerge in velvet skies,
The cowboy dreams of their next surprise.
Together theyll roam, through thick and thin,
For loves in the herd, where laughter begins.
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