The Feast of Laughter

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

In a canyon deep, where the wild winds blow,

Gathered cowboys round, with hearts all aglow.

The sound of their laughter danced high in the air,

A feast of good cheer, no trouble nor care.

Around the campfire, with stories they shared,

Each tale of adventure, the laughter it bared.

With shadows that waltzed, neath the pale moonlight,

They toasted to dreams, and the thrill of the night.

The smell of the bacon, the coffees rich brew,

Reminded them all of the friendships so true.

As they cracked up with jokes, bout the things they had faced,

They found joy in their bonds, and time was embraced.

So here in the West, where the spirit runs free,

Laughters the currency, as rich as can be.

Through hardships and trails, it™s a treasure well earned,

The Feast of Laughter, a legacy burned.