The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In twilights glow, the saguaros stand,
With arms outstretched, like jesters grand.
Beneath the stars, the cowboys play,
In a desert dance, where laughter sways.
A cowboy tips his hat, a grin so wide,
To cacti friends on this wild ride.
They twirl like dancers in a line,
Their green spines glisten, a comical sign.
With playful quirks, they act out grand tales,
Of dusty trails and wild, windy gales.
Each cactus chuckle, a rustic refrain,
Echoes through canyons, like a sweet, wild bane.
As dawn creeps in, they share the stage,
With smiles bright as any books page.
In sunlit glory, they’ll take a bow,
Cowboys and saguaros, a bond made now.
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