The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
Beneath the stars, where coyotes play,
The campfire crackles, lighting the way.
With tales of ropers, their lonesome fights,
And laughter rings through those starry nights.
Old Smoky Joe spins yarns with a grin,
Of wild horse chases that never begin.
His hat tipped low, with a wink and a cheer,
As we sip our coffee, he draws us near.
The sagebrush whispers secrets untold,
Of cowboys bold, and spirits of old.
With each playful jibe, the night rolls on,
In these Campfire Chronicles, our worries are gone.
So raise a toast, let the stories unfold,
To the rugged souls and their hearts of gold.
For in this wild land, where the legends blend,
We find that the campfires warmth never ends.
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