The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
Across the plains, where buffalo roam,
The cowboy weaves a tale of home.
With leather worn and heart of steel,
Each lasso thrown, his dreams reveal.
Beneath wide skies, the stars align,
While coyotes call in the crisp moonshine.
He rides through dust and prairie flame,
In whispers soft, he speaks the name.
Through trials faced and laughter shared,
The bond of brothers, forever bared.
With every sunsets blazing hue,
They gather ‘round, their stories brew.
As dawn breaks clear, the world awakes,
In simple joys, the legend makes.
The loom of life, both harsh and grand,
Threads hope and grit in cowboys hand.
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