When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
Beneath the sun, where cacti sway,
A cowboy jokes at the end of the day.
His horse, with ears that twitch and quirk,
Responds with snorts as they both go to work.
Through sandy trails, they gallop wide,
The cowboy laughs, his trusty steed at side.
With every stumble and playful neigh,
They turn each ride into a wild ballet.
The deserts heat can bend the mind,
Yet humor blooms, a rare find.
As tumbleweeds roll like laughters tune,
Their bond a dance, beneath the moon.
As stars ignite in the velvet skies,
The cowboy shares his silly ties.
With a wink and a nudge, life™s a thrill,
In the deserts arms, they ride with will.
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