The Rustic Rodeo Hilarious Makeshift Competitions by Ranch Hands

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

Down by the creek where the tall grass sways,

Ranch hands gather for the wildest days.

With laughter bright, they set the stage,

For makeshift rodeos, a playful rage.

A horse of broomsticks, with saddle of hay,

While clowns toss lariats in a dance so gay.

The barn door creaks, echoing their cheers,

As cowboys take aim, confronting their fears.

They ride on barrels, with gusto they spin,

Each tumble and fall greeted by grins.

The sun dips low, painting skies with fire,

Their playful spirit lifts, taking them higher.

When twilight bows, and stars start to gleam,

They gather round fires, sharing tales that beam.

For in every laugh, and every bold jest,

This rustic rodeo, binds them the best.