When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In dusk™s embrace where wild winds roam,
The longhorns graze, they call this home.
Their sturdy frames, with courage rife,
Brave the harsh truths of frontier life.
With horns like arcs, they pierce the sky,
Their strength and grit, a battle cry.
Through storms and drought, they wander free,
A testament of tenacity.
The cowboy rides, through dust and heat,
With leather worn beneath his feet.
Each hoofbeat tells of trials faced,
In strength, survival is embraced.
As stars emerge in velvet night,
The longhorns™ song ignites the light.
Together bound, they forge a way,
In timeless dance, they greet the day.
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