When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
Beneath the moons soft, silvery glow,
Where restless dreams and laughter flow,
The night unfolds in playful dance,
With cowboy muse, a wild romance.
A campfire crackles, sparks take flight,
As stars conspire in velvet night,
Each shadow whispers tales untold,
Of heartbeats fierce and spirits bold.
The prairie hums with joy so sweet,
While coyotes join the starry beat,
With whispered jokes on the lonesome breeze,
They stir the soul and set it free.
When dawn begins to chase the night,
And golden rays bring dreams to light,
The cowboy rides with laughters grace,
Greeted by joy in the mornings face.
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